Too much and too little

I never walked in your footsteps, i never said what i should have... And never were my friends the same as yours... Though i was very close, a connection away from being in your circle, we never had anything in common. It didn't matter though. We had something, at some point, long ago... No matter who we are today, no matter what we do. And time passes, and memories fade, but our door is still there... I see it sometimes. I walk by it, sometimes i try to remember. But why should I? Do you remember? Do you still believe?  Too much left unsaid, too little to forget, too hard to understand.