I pulled into the parking lot and immediately noticed you there, getting something out of the back of your car. It was an older version of your Honda. Both of us standing outside our cars, we tried to ignore each other while waiting for our respective friends to show up. The situation was closer to the interaction B and I usually have, which was strange. I thought the first time I saw you after everything it would be anything but us avoiding each other. I feel like I'm invisible to you. I never existed.

Why am I still having dreams about you?