Is this how it really ends?

It's funny to think that the last time we might ever see each other was in passing at a lawyer's office, finalizing the house sale, with a barely-there nod, an awkward glance and not a single word spoken.

At some point, that store of angry outbursts and tears run dry. We'd already become two totally disconnected people barely co-existing in the same realm by the time things ended, and by now, six months later, our nearly seven-year-history has been reduced to a blip in the story of our lives. Almost like it didn't happen at all, barring a few awkward conversations with people slightly out of the loop and likely a battle scar or two.

So, I guess it's a fitting ending, that the final farewell would be as a nod to the next customer coming in, an apology for lateness, the kind of gesture you make several times a day to random people in a variety of settings. As though we never knew each other at all.