November 21st 2012
You know that saying; I am sorry but if i could go back to the day that we met I would turn around and choose the other way around.
It happened.
I remember screaming that to my boyfriend of 2 years. We started dating in 2012 and the relationship vanished because I turn back the time.
I wake up today, check my phone as always and the date on my phone is somehow back to 2 years ago. It is November 21st 2012 when it should have been November 21st 2014.
I scream a little inside, not knowing if this is a real life or not. Is it just a dream? I hit myself. It hurts. It is not.
I take a deep breathe before looking at the reflection on the bathroom mirror. I open my eyes slowly just to see a seventeen year old girl with a jet black hair around shoulder length with bangs. I did not have bangs back in 2012. My eyes were swollen, a vivid proof I have been crying myself to sleep; but I forget why. God. I look so terrible.
Is it really 2012?
Everything goes normal. I brush my teeth, change my clothes and eat my breakfast. It is friday and school is out for a reason I can't seem to remember. I look on a mirror again before stepping out of the house. I then have a deja vu. I sigh.
I remember using this clothes and walking on this street once but I just can't seem to put it out. It feels like something is messing around inside me, for a moment then I realise, It is November 21st, my boyfriend and I two years anniversary.
But it is not.
Because it is 2012 not 2014.
This messes up my brain.
What is actually going on?
I stop between the moving people and realise that this is the street I took two years ago (If today is the year of 2014) when I met him.
I search the crowd looking for him.
Sadly, I don't find him.
I remember meeting him at 9:23am and it is now 9:21am. I have to make a quick decision whether I go to the same street and meet him again or go to the other one and not meet him. My mind crashes, I don't know if I still want to meet him after all this hell he's put me through. But I love him enough to convince myself to do it all over again. But I can't waste today, I have to choose carefully. My heart slams against my chest when I check my phone it reaches 9:22am. This is it. I gaze down to my black converse and look back up again when I have gathered my guts. And so I turn around.
