Today, memory called me back to the start. Your face called to me like it hadn’t before, and suddenly it all came rushing back–the laughter, the flights, the bliss, and how quickly we learned to forget about each other. You went your way, and I went mine. On days like this I wonder at the existence of “meant to be” and quietly put the past to rest.
You’re not here for me to think about anymore. Not today.