Stay With Me

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"Meng."

If you watch something close enough, you realize that you have no possible way of telling where it's going or how fast it's getting there. This, is actually a scientifically proven truth. By scientists who all got together and agreed that: Yes, you think you notice but you really don't. Because if you pay attention to where it's going or how fast it's moving, you stop watching it properly.

It.

It.

It...her.

I watched her the entire time in the cemetery.

With tears streaming down her face,

The wind blowing through her hair.

I watched as she stepped back when I reached out for her.

And stepped forward when I stood still.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Like an endless tug-of-war between two people who had different versions of enough but wanted to be.

                 Together.

I watched her closely and I thought that it was enough.

That I was enough.

"Meng!" I said, but she had already moved.

"Meng."

It happened a month ago and now every woman I meet looks exactly like her.

"Meng?"

They have the same hair.

The same gait.

The same eyes.

Everything.

They even breathe the same.

"Meng?"

Please be her.