I was stunned.
I stopped for a moment on my face to my beloved.
Then stand trying to investigate something with my gaze.
"smell it" I muttered.
A familiar scent.
Fragrant typical girl in the past.
Fragrant which indeed he was the only owner.
"Was he here now?"
I saw towards the crowd.
Noting each slit passing people there.
"Could he?"
Do not get.
There I met him.
I too sat down.
Then my fingers hold the woman next to me.
"You’re my lover now"
He just smiled confused.

It can be so hard to move on.

We were never meant to fall in love.

Why is it often so hard for us to make a move in life, even when we can see that it would make our lives better?

The past can hurt.

You don’t forget the people you get close with.

It can be hard to put a name to a face.

Deja Vu ~ Haiku.

Memories seem to play around.

A very odd thought turned into a poem.