i am returning him ...

like taking a train in a busy cosmopolitian city. I got on and he got off. he got on and i got off. hardly ever crossing path. yet why can i still feel his remote presence. but while i have seen him among the crowd, he seems to be pursuing an impossible dream. one which i have frown upon yet can't hate anyone and even him for, no matter how hard i have tried. maybe, i owe him a debt from our previous lives. and in this lifetime, it is arranged that i should meet and like him. his role then, is to be a passerby in my life and gradually bury me in his world where i was never present since the beginning of time. my repayment to him is a cruelty which only i know.