They looked familiar

They looked familiar. Something about the way they were smiling and holding hands. How they leaned into each other as they walked.

So plainly in love.

I followed them trying to put my finger on it.

Trying to remember where I met them. Where I knew them from.

They separated hands. He put his arm around her shoulder, she wrapped hers around his waist. Their pace slowed.

They laughed.

And then it hit me.

I used to be him.