Sialan

Well, how do you explain to the world that some encounters feel like they were written somewhere in space - accidental, awkward, but precise to the millimeter? I was just walking by, I wasn't planning to, I'd almost forgotten what that laugh sounded like – and suddenly everything inside me clicks again, as if my heart had hit the "repeat" button. It seems like a hundred years have passed, and the memory has been scrubbed clean, but when our eyes meet, the entire archive of feelings is back online. The music is quietly twisting a knife in my memories, but it does so beautifully, with Eastern tenderness: where there is sadness, there is melody; where there is resentment, there is a little warmth. And no matter how you look at it, forgetting is easy until it involves that specific person. To the one whose eyes are still "the same," and whose smile still lingers even after the song has ended.