How many people do we see in a day? I guess that depends how often we go out and the population around us at the time.
How many passing faces can we actually recognize if we were to pass them again?
I guess that depends on whether or not we're actually looking at a person as they pass us by on the sidewalk.
How often is it that fate turns a complete stranger into someone you'll never forget?I'm a firm believer that regardless of the time spent with a person, they don't all leave a life long impression on you. For example, I can't recall who my bestfriend was in kindergarten. Can hardly remember her name. But I do remember the games we played.
I don't remember the sound of my grandfathers voice and I spent almost every afternoon with him after school up until I was about fifteen. Listening to his stories. Listening to him sing along to the music he liked. Music that now, I can't even recognize if I heard it again.It's like when the ocean washes away the footprints we leave on the beach. You know you left them there but once it gets washed away, you don't really think about what they looked like. They were just footprints. Easily erased by water or maybe replaced by a different set of feet.
Fire is different. You can't wash away something that's been burned. You can put the fire out, but it'll always leave a mark. It can melt, scorch, seer, brand even the toughest surfaces. It just burns.
Burns aren't really easy to get rid of. Most of the time it's impossible to repair something that's been burned.And that's exactly what He was: a burn.
I can recall every detail from that night. From the clothes He wore to the song the DJ was playing when I saw Him walk over to the table next to mine.
They say energy doesn't lie and even though He hadn't said a word to me, His eyes forced me to hold my breath.
I didn't understand at the time how I could be drawn to a complete stranger.I had to know Him.
Because it felt like apart of me had already decided He would be important.
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I Used to Love Him
RomanceA story of how many times we can fall in love; or what we believe to be love. They say the hardest part is letting go and moving on. But I think the hardest part is not carrying over the past. Not comparing something old to something new.