Last Glimpse

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I saw you today. At first, you didn't seem to notice my stare. You had your earphones plugged in, some jazz probably playing, because that's what you always liked. You were sitting there, at our usual spot, did you even noticed that? A mug of coffee was left on the centre of the table. A strong black, who was probably already forgotten about, I knew. You held a book in hand, reading as a crease formed between your brows, you were in deep thought or highly concentrated on your reading. 1984 by George Orwell, you were rereading it, again.

But then just like that, your gaze shot up, as if you sensed my presence and once those mesmerizing blue eyes of yours landed on me, it was as if I was swallowed in a wave of reminiscences. All it took was for your hypnotising pupils to focus on me to let all the emotions and memories I had to take over my already clouded mind. And it came crashing, all the kisses, all the touches. From the day I bumped into you on my way home sending your coffee to the ground and promising to pay you back. I never thought you would come and ask for it, but you did. From there, you took me onto an unexpected journey. I wasn't looking for love but it found me. All the nights when we lay together side by side, and the endless pillow talks. All the time you read to me or talked about your books, a fire of passion rising in your eyes, because that's who you are a lover of books. The drives to nowhere and everywhere, adding up to our amount of crazy midnight adventures. Your arms around me, shielding me from the hurt of the outside world. Your lips, at time soft as a feather's touch, or hungry and strong against my own. Your voice, sending chills down my spine with every letters you ever spoke. Your smile, bringing light to the darkest of my days. Your every touch, sending tingles and burning my soul. And your eyes, which held the entire universe. They could see through me as if I was thinner than water, reading me like as one of your books. Your soul, the purest of them all, the most broken, but also the most beautiful. Your heart, stabbed so many times but somehow able to love like it's never been hurt.

You slowly became my only reason to live, my anchor, but then you let go. As a blink of an eye you were gone and I was left in my misery and my pain. I never got an explanation and I learned to stop to wait for one, truth is; missing you was killing me.

A song was playing from the speakers and I guessed the singer was right.

We wrote our story
And we sang our songs
We hung our pictures on the wall

Now those precious moments
That we carved in stone
Are only memories after all

All we had left are the memories kept alive in both our heart, which once upon a time beat as one.