The melodious plucking on the guitars that sunday morning made me feel like angels were supposed to sing songs of glory and praises. It was on the part of the mass where everyone has to go to the center of the church, fall in line, walk and then receive something holy when I stood up not minding anything that sorrounded me. I only stared on my feet as I plodded while every word of the song tried to wake my soul up. Few steps later, there stopped before me a pair of lavender doll shoes with tiny white ribbons on them. Above the shoes was a black and glossy skinny jeans with a Hello Kitty keychain hanging on the left pocket. A slight raise of my head and I couldn’t anymore forget the familiar violet-and-white-striped shirt underneath that pale golden leather jacket I once held for long. You still had that effortless smile and those eyes whose spark reminds me of sweating hands and a pounding heart. Didn’t you ever hear a dream that two people will come in front of God and speak of lifetime promises? I bet you don’t remember it. I smiled back at you and moved forward walking. While you dropped your smile and went away. Together with the memories of yesterday, you went away.