Not often, you come across someone. Someone that you've known from another world and you feel transported back into another dimension all together. Time seems to have stood still and the mind floods afresh with memories that you thought were long past buried. And like bile rising up in an empty stomach, the loss of that moment to history just sickens you. And when you've given sufficient thought to it, it just ceases to burn your guts and all that you have is a smile on your mind and a glitter in your eye for having been there, once. So many of us live for memories. They hurt, they tear at you and simply don't leave.

It was late evening. The sun had set a while ago and there was some time yet for pitch black. A slight chill in the air, his hands always felt cold. Not hers. And while they sat at a lonesome busstop, watching the figures go by. A cycle, some pedestrians, an occasional car. Passersby would glance at them as they went along their way. Tiredness in the air. A feeling of the overwhelming future that was uncertain, yet filled with hope. The choice of not having to consider it when broken down into miniscule moments. Maybe it was a folly to do that. For it is in those differentiated time frames, things change, events occur, feelings arise, the sumtotal adding up to an eventuality that you refused to pay heed to earlier. While you lost yourself in that moment, breathing the air that was full of joy that it made you giddy...

I think there is some substance to the idea that the more you try and forget, the harder it will be to...

Lets just leave that at that, shall we..

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And while the day flies into the night,
And days into weeks

It will be an year past
To that moment,
of an year ago