When the past is around the corner...

Whenever I have a glance to the past, the question rises, as if it has never been worn out.
Whenever I have a chance looking back to the day, I always wonder where he is at the moment.
Whenever the past is around the corner, he seems somehow still being those days boy...

Th. sent me a scanned version of a worn-out photo from about 10 years ago. Panic! I look so different from how I was. So what's new? I've already known that for ages. The problem is I had never figured out how much the difference is till I saw the photo. So... that was the past. And the question rose... Will he recognize me if we have a chance passing by on the road? Does he even remember who I am? Or... has he ever remembered there was a me he once passed by on his road?