Doesn't it strike you sometimes how you seem to be the perfect prologue?
You set the stage. Introduce the main characters (of whose company,
unfortunately, you do not belong to.) And then you are gone, you never
come back. You might even be forgotten.
Or
sometimes, you seem to be playing the bit part. An irrelevant part of
someone else's story (more fool you, who thought you were the leading
man!) who will appear in the credits only as "Boy #1" or perhaps "Man in
blue shirt"
Do you ever smile a wry greeting to a former lover?
When you see or hear or think of something that reminds you, and you
cannot help but smile to yourself, and maybe rue anew all the what-ifs
and could-haves (and should-haves too)?
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