A vintage feeling

So you ask "what happened"?

What happened is we were never meant to be in this life. But there is something so familiar with you, with us, that I am almost convinced that we already had a past together, but just not this time. 

I loved you, I lived you and I died with you. And that's it. There's nothing left of it.

Even though I don't know you that much, I actually know you. And I know that you feel the same way about me. Without telling me, I just know.

And I also know you are not the most sentimental type and me speaking of these bore you. When you go home, lay down on your bed and re-think the things I told you, I know you'll take down your guard and feel it.

Then, take that feeling,

And burn it.

Because we don't need anything left of it.

In this life. 

We've already consumed us.

In another life.

Maybe.