This is not about a true story, but it could be one

This is not about people.

This is not about you, imagine.And it certainly didn't happen at 3 am in the morning. This is not about you questioning whether you had taken the right or wrong decision. This is not about trust and this is not a friendship manifesto. This is not about understanding and this is not about human relationship, the strange interactions at the strangest hours.

This is not about you, keep that in mind. This is not about you, insecure, not knowing what's right or wrong. This could be about love or friendship or understanding, but it's not. This is not about people and this is not a story. But it could be.

This is definitely not about you asking the wrong questions, proving the wrong things. This is not about a certain kind of light at a certain hour, about a certain kind of feeling or a certain kind of anger. Imagine. Imagine how this is not about you.

This is not about trust. This is not about Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, a cup of tea, coffee, this is not about a newspaper, a misunderstanding, a 6 am, a smile, a night, more nights, this is definitely not about a sunset nor a sunrise, this is not about memories nor about the things we may or may not have lived together or all alone.

This is so much about nothing at all that I cannot even describe it to you, invisible persona. This could be, however, about the things you do, about the things I do and the things you won't admit to yourself, and the things I won't admit to myself.

However, this is not about you and this is not about me. This could be about everything, but it's not.