Blur.

I see you every day. I know your name and what you look like.
The day after we have a serious talk, where you had my eyes tearing up, you don't look familiar to me. I try to think about the day before. I can't remember a lot of what you said and you look faceless. You're just a blur to me.
You asked me how I was doing without sounding like most people do. You know those people that ask you how you're doing just to say it and not listen to your answer? Well, you weren't like that. It caught me off guard. I hesitated and told you the truth. My answer: "I don't know."
You told me I could talk to you anytime I wanted. Right before I left I made myself smile and then I said "thank you" and really meant it. I remember thinking to myself: Thank you for the offer but I know that we'll never talk again because thats what I will choose to do.