Strangers

After all the time we passed together, when looked at each other we were strangers. We couldn’t stand working in the same place. We had to do things together and it was very uncomfortable. We all start as strangers, and sometimes it ends as it started. I know it was hard for us, but although we’re now at the edged of all, it’s time to start again with our lives. We’re not friends, we’re strangers with memories.