To See Right Through

I thought I saw you last month.
My heart skipped a beat and my feet froze. I tried to move but my legs were locked.
When I realized that it wasn't you I knew I was supposed to feel relief. I knew i was to continue on with my day and forget about it.
That's what I was supposed to do.
Memories.
Flashbacks.
Demand authority over your thoughts, for they can rule your life.
In reality I was sitting in class. My professor was pacing back and forth,frustrated she didn't have her student's attention. In reality I was sinking in my seat, zoning out anything my flustered instructor was saying. In reality I was upset with reality.
I slowly submerged my thoughts in powerful scenes. The pieces of day where you slowly stole my heart.
I focused on the chair ahead of me and I was gone.
I saw snapshots and blurry photographs.
These memories are bittersweet.
They sting yet it's a hurt I can cope with.
It's worth it, and for me not much is.
Someone thought they saw you yesterday.
I saw you but looked right through you.
I saw the biggest difference.
The difference between strong enough and sly enough.
I didn't see you.