When I stepped onto the train, I saw him standing there by the window. We were both going home from work. I decided not to approach him, in spite of the fact that I'd known him so intimately.
I just wanted to be a stranger. For once, I wanted just to remember what it was like before I knew him.
I watched as he fiddled with his iPod and wondered if he was thinking of me.
Although, surely not in the way I was thinking of him.