Looking back

We barely knew each other,

so I am sure I am wrong

in my memory.

Surely, we had something

even if nothing.

I remember your eyes,

they chained up my heart,

and I see the pictures now.

They aren't everything,

but my mind fills in the blanks.

Our paths met so briefly;

a star-crossed love,

you couldn’t even call it that.

It wasn’t love.

But then why?! Why runs my heart

sprinting through these pictures,

but my heart can only speed along

as fast as you upload. It wants more.

Not more pictures.

A heart knows where it belongs.

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Have you ever been so sure of your life...so sure about where you have been and where you have come? And then one day, one moment, you see a picture, a simple picture, a smiling face from the past, and the sureness you felt a moment before is shattered into a hundred tiny pieces, as if they were the pieces of the mirror of destiny. Did you take a wrong turn somewhere? That can’t be. Not when you feel so sure about everything else. But, it’s funny. This one face which seems out of place, for it is both long gone and as present as ever, seems more important than any other thing you have done. As if this one decision is all there is to fate. Everything is meaningless without this one piece. This one girl.