It takes a moment to fall for someone. It takes a lifetime to get over and fall out. I just began a journey. To trace back time. To search for you. For those lost moments, forgotten memories, instant smiles, random fights, fearless nights, and the unconditional love, or so we called it. My mind travels back and forth in time. My heart stands still. Over my sleeve. Gliding over to my finger tip.
I trace my finger to that blue mailbox on your fence. We painted it together. The city, red and the mailbox, blue. End of it, you took the hue and left me blue. Do you remember the month that I was gone to my city? We decided to write to each other through snail mails instead of emails. I wrote three mails. You sent me one. Little did I know that two of my other mails were still unpicked from that blue mailbox. Still unread.
Pinto. Your dog. How we hated each other. He always barked at me every time I came to your place. Now I stand by your house and stare into his eyes. He looks at me with an approving face, almost drooling over me. I’m convinced that he finally likes me. He does not realize you don’t. Anymore. As I gradually withdraw, drawing my fingers, dragging my heart, his face begins to droop. Will he run to you to tell you that I’m here? Will you run outside for me?
Time and I stand still. Outside the gates of your house. Where I once stood ringing the bell for you. Now my heart stands there ringing for love. Why did we ever meet? What happens if we ever meet again? If I walk into your house, will you walk back into my life?
