On my way to uni today, I suddenly remembered this guy I once went to school with. We were 17, going on 18, and I thought I was in love with him. Sort of in love, I liked the notion of liking someone, and he was sweet. Nothing ever happened tho... Years later I ran into him at a new years party, and as alkohol and years of forgetfullness often do, secrets got shared and laughed of. So I told him. And he told me that he was in love with me at the same time. Two hours, and a bottle of red wine later, we still hadn't figured out why nothing ever happened, and who was to blame. But we were happy. We laughed a lot. We shaked our head of how young we were, and how naiv. Nothing did happen then either.

But, on the bus today, I suddenly got overwhelmed with this feeling of loss. And sadness. And while watching the buildings move past, and all the people on the streets, I realised I was annoyed for having missed a time with him. Missed out on sharing a time with him. A time when we still were young enough so nothing mattered much, but old enough to care.

I don't know why I came to think of him. I haven't thought about him for years. I haven't seen him for years. I wonder where he is, what he is doing. I normally don't, but now I do.