I ran into someone on msn the other day.

He reminded me

of things I never knew before him,
of the foolishness of youth,
and the innocence of ignorance.

He taught me that the bitter aftertaste of regret stems from fear,
and fear comes from seeing an ugly side of myself that I never knew existed.

He brings back memories
of coy shyness,
of pretty blushes
and girlish giggles,

of expectations
and shattered illusions.

No, I no longer ache,
he no longer has the power to make my eyes tear,

No longer has the ability to make me me feel like
a thousand clammy fingers are squeezing my chest
till I struggle for breath

But he does still know the way to make my disobedient heart palpitate in an irregular rythm.

I told him tt I was learning the guitar sometime back,
I told him tt it is now lying in a corner despondently,
neglected.

He made me a voice call,
then played and sang me parts of a song tt I cld not recognise.

I used to be able to recognise every song tt he plays and sings.
I used to share the same taste in music as him.
I used to share so many things as him.
I used to think I know him.

It doesn't matter tt I did not recognise the song,
I didn't even recognise him at all.
Maybe I never knew him at all.

All of him that I was acquainted with were merely wishful illusions.

He says that I look happy.

I told him that I try to live happily.

He said alot of things,
alot of things
which just came and went in my fogged mind

and all that I can remember,
all that is familiar,

is that deep voice at the other end,
and the melodious sound of an acoustic guitar.

That hasn't changed.
Maybe it never will.