A stranger

We can say it at last: we've seen each other, and we didn't recognize the other's face. We've chosen not to. We've made a stranger out of each other - out of bitterness, out of resentment, out of an unjustified fury. From my part there is just a tinge of sadness for it, of uncomprehensible loss. But that is just fine. At this point, I wouldn't have it any other way either.