It's all in the past.

I know her. Without you telling me, I know. I saw her through your eyes and met her through your words. I know who she is and how the intricate web of your story with her was spun and broken.

I feel like I’ve met her because she was part of you somehow, because we've touched the same places and held the same hand.

I recognize that face, I know what she did then and then after.

A silent bond remains because between me and her, there is you.