A walk with a stranger..

I have gone through some friendships which have changed drastically; having so much in common to ... do I really know this person. It’s from sharing everything to...  are we on the same page anymore.

I started walking a road with a stranger years back
Talking, joking, teasing, fighting, crying , patching

As the days went by; I though I was getting to know him better

We were glad that our paths crossed and the road felt beautiful


He laughed when i joked, he spoke when he wanted to, he shared when he felt like
But to me, he was there every moment, living breathing

It mattered to me to speak to him every day
He was a good listener  with smiles in between


It was no seconds or minutes or hours that i knew him now, it was years all of a sudden 
Unknowingly we reached the end of the road into a crossroads
He didn't bother, but left me behind making me feel worthless
And Judging every word that i said


We tried very hard to get to normal after each storm

both of us were bruised
I have decided to forget  and go along
But it hurts him each time he looks at each one of it

I thought we walked along this road together 
But turned out,that i was the one pursuing him to walk with me all along
He bottled up all the hurt and the grudge
And branded me with his logo as useless nerd

Here I'm  standing in the crossroads thinking, do i take his path again?

Forcing him and pursuing him to walk along ? As in the end..

Did i really get to know this stranger? Does he really know me?
As the stranger walks away leaving me behind, i feel he remained still as a stranger after years.