They say time heals all wounds, and I know that to be true. Although time cannot heal a ‘first time again’ as no amount of preparation or self love could have prepared me for that moment we met again, although this time as strangers. It’s overwhelming how a subtle glance can turn your day into a freight train of emotions powering through your head.
From a distance my eyes caught a glimpse of you as time drew to a halt, my heart sinking deeper with every breath as my lips trembled, torn between a simple smile and an instant emotional down pour, a moment frozen, for what felt life a lifetime. As my heart slowed to an ever so slow beat, my eyes fixated on your mannerisms that had all but fleeted from memory, seeming to dance around in front of my eyes within an instant.
Those nights we lay underneath the twilight ski creating shapes with the stars. Those road trips that never had a destination. Our paths had crossed once again, but not as we once knew it, this time a gentle stare turned the key to a room in my heart where the everlasting memories had been made. And I'm struggling to close it.
For a second my heart flicked with excitement, as I felt your eyes glance back, stopping my heart beat every time. My heart and mind seemed to combine forces, yearning to know, how you’ve been, if you’ve changed, did you still recognize me, did it even happen or was that chapter simply a dream. I wanted to know what was going through your head, was it as crazy as mine or were you fine? Did you sit through the worlds fastest movie of 24 months playing in a matter of seconds?
Know body teaches us to hurt like this, a powerful force that hits without any warning. I’m torn between trying to control my thoughts, convincing myself it’s your loss and wondering if it’ll take somebody else to forgot that you were once here next to me.
I know that one day, somewhere in the future I'll be able to think of you in a world where there is know more hurt, know more pain and know more 'what ifs'. As a simple glance will know longer be anything more than story.
We were so beautiful, we were so tragic. . .
