Your brown eyes gazing at me remind me of the calmness of the night when we first crossed paths on the side of the street. How lucky that night was — they call it.
How mesmerizing to see your angelic face nodding at me while smiling; perhaps it would be you — my heart stopped beating for seconds. I know, it was you. You became so different now, so different when the last time we’ve met.
Your smile still got me; it likes a sunshine that rays on me in the morning. Your lips are still soft and inviting. Your hair became so soft yet wild. Your tanned skin never changed but truly radiates like a bronze glow. You’ve become so mature — thoughts in the back of my head.
I want to ask you that night, but everything seems so hurry. The light turned green, and everything moved from paused. Was it a coincidence that I met you in the busy street? I saw that smile in your eyes. You still recognized me.
Meeting you again was the fastest second in my life, but I do hope to meet you again, not in the street, but maybe in the garden, or in the park, or in the museum, or maybe in the cafe — where time does run slowly.
May our paths cross again.
