Meeting again for the first time.
It’s strange meeting again for the first time. To invision those late nights, the laughs and emotional convorsations that no longer exist. To see them not like they were back then but what has become of them. It’s hard to speak in fear that poorly chosen words could reopen old wounds. A flashback would occur during the first reencounter, A vision that would cause dizziness or nausia because you once had something beautiful with this person, a feeling beyond teh comprehension of any other emotion; but it was no longer there. You could see in there eyes that they were imagining that feeling never took place, but you are both well aware that it did. It did so much in fact that it altered this strangers life. You relize this but still cant figure out why they look different or why this feeling is taking place. It’s awkward and hurtful, so much so that it’s hard to look them in the eye. You almost feel obligated to try and find words that would sweep this painful sore away, but there are no such words. Reguardless you try frantically, hopeing this feeling would pass, but it only adds insult to injury. It’s been so long that you have forgotten what it was like to be around them, the sweet smell of memories lingers from their body to the back of your mind and the sudden rush of emotions causes you to say adue. When you love someone, You give then a part of yourself; it hurts because they still have it.
