It was past 12 in the noon , on a Sunday
Somehow our paths happened to cross. .
We started talking and, for a while, I felt like there was nothing that could hurt me. I felt like I could trust you, you felt familiar.
That song that was playing will always take me back to that day ; to you.
It almost looked like a movie; meeting a lovely stranger
Just this time I didn’t want to be anyone other than myself.
You and me were the only main characters.
You were tipsy, so was I.
But your eyes were so dreamy.
Every single feature of yours looked like a masterpiece to me.
I loved your voice and your way you expressed your self.
You took my hand and I felt alive for the first time in a very long time.
I would give everything I have in this world to be in your arms again.
And then you kissed me.
Maybe it was the look in your eyes, maybe it was the way you held me , who knows?
All I know is that, in that moment, there was no other place for me to be.
But our goodbye was too quick.
The day was too short.
Was it all a dream?
Sometimes I ask that to myself !