Not long ago...

Even today my gaze goes down when I think about him; my lips curl up.

And those moments fall right before my eyes. His stereotypical questions and my well-expected answers. We had discovered our destiny in those meaningless formal talks. Then followed the celebrations and the preparations. Our secret hideaways amid the crowds. His fingertips on mine. The sensation of those elementary contacts. The joys of first rains. The zenith of euphoria that we reached together. Social and financial. Emotional and physical.

And an ugly storm took it all away. It left between us huge, permanent gaps. Gaps that we could not even try to fill. But did we have a choice?

Years passed by. He moved on. Lived those firsts with someone else.

And here I lie, alone. Yet again reliving the moments spent with him. Savoring the memories of his essence. Hoping to see a different climax to this story in my next lives.