Do you remember?

Do you remember that first love? The first time you held hands with her? The first time you felt so happy in your entire life? The first time that nothing else in the world mattered to you except for her?

Do you remember that moment when you were both separated, and you thought you’d never see her again?

Why didn’t I say anything at the time? Why didn’t you?

Now, after so many painful years of trying to forget you, why did we have to meet again? Why did we have to tell each other how we felt? Is it destiny? Is it fate? Is it the gods laughing at us, teasing us by putting us so close together and yet so far apart?

In that miraculous moment, you told me how you felt, and I told you how I felt. In that minute, I felt such joy I had forgotten all about, that I haven’t felt in such a long time.

And when that minute passed too soon, you were gone again, and I was left alone in the darkness, knowing nothing but the all-too familiar fear of never seeing you again. And in that moment, I knew that nobody could ever replace you. I knew that I could never find somebody like you. I knew that I didn’t want anybody else but you.

Life is a bitch.