What makes us diffeferent?

I look at the past...
What makes us different?
Was it the way we met
Was it the feeling we felt
Was it the heat our connection
Was it the learning in our correction
Was it the way we talked it out
Or was it the way we screamed about it

How can we still linger here
Stuck in our constant fear
That one day we will be back again
Knowing that what we once were more than friends
Later when you tell your kids
I am thankful for all the things i did
I know that you will look back on me
And see a friend, a friend should be



this is a impromptu poem.
Random thoughts that flow as i watch life happen before me.
Has anyone ever felt this way?
For whom?
What made it different?

Cool