STILL

A single sigh escaped her as she rushed past. It was him again. He had brushed past her, not even realizing who she was, who she used to be to him. The space between them became bigger now, just as it had in the past. He had moved on as she stood there, struck, having been hit in the heart one more time. Life was different now; with its new complexities, priorities, and ambitions. But the feeling still stung her, and then it was gone.