Running into the past

Today I saw you. For some reason, I still got butterflies in my stomach. Was it because of the way it ended? I'm not sure. Sometimes part of me wonders what could have been. Why it ended the way it did?

Did you see me? If you did, what was going through your mind? Did you want to say something to me, but were too nervous? Or perhaps you want to have nothing to do from me, to erase me from your past? I wish I knew what you thought so I wouldn't have to wonder anymore.

Maybe I am just overreacting. Maybe you didn't see me and I don't have anything to worry about. I wish I would have at least gotten some sort of sign one way or another.

“You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.”