i know breakups end in being strangers that know every secret, but you know what's odd to me?

the day that'll come where we don't know every detail about each other like we once did. these things change with the wind and it is odd to me, that i will not be around to experience it with you like i once was. i will be a stranger with no piece of you.

for you, i will remember how your days went last week since i will never hear about your tomorrows.