So I caught myself going through my thoughts again Digging deep into the place in my brain where I refuse to get into sometimes: the place where I keep all those memories of moments I shared with you. The place where I keep all the memorable messages, all the places we've been to, all the words spoken to each other, all the smiles you gave me and all the times you made me smile. The place where I keep all the details of your skin, all the feelings from your touch, all the familiar scent of your clothes, the tone of your voice and the smooth rhythm of your words. That deep place where I keep all the feelings you made me feel, all the thrill I felt from all the "I love you" that slipped away from your mouth, all the safety from your arms around me, all the warmth of your body when I was resting my face on your chest, all the minimum details of the taste and texture of your lips on mine and the kindness of the tip of your fingers gently stroking my hair. That place where I keep the many different special ways you once made me feel, all the kind words once exchanged, all the plans once made, all the hopes we once had and all of our deepest secrets we once told to each other. That place where I keep images of what used to be (or still is, if I'm brave enough to admit) my favorite thing in the world: your smile. The dimples that would appear on your cheek whenever you smiled, the crooked smile, the sassy smile, the ironic smile, the "I wanna make you smile" smile, the "you made me smile" smile, the most rare "I'm embarrassed smile" and all the other ones that even though there were many, I could never pick my favorite one. Because they would be a constant reminder of how I found out that I loved you: if you were happy, I was happy. And that's love in its true and humble form. I honestly can't tell you if we were ever meant to be. I honestly don't know if it was the circumstances that made us take different paths. I don't know if it was maybe meant to be in some other point of our lives, if our timing was wrong. But just take a look at us now. Eyes of two strangers meeting in the crowd. Once where there was so much love and happiness, now it's nothing but a cover that says "I moved on", when deep down we both now that our story is like the story of a child that fell down when running while playing with his friends: there will be a scar that one day will no longer hurt, but it will always be a reminder that it once did. Even though the pain was worth the fall. Deep in my heart I wanna believe that this isn't the end to our story. That there was still so many moments and memories we could build together. Deep in my heart I wanna believe that the universe has a plan for us and our paths will cross again at some point. That there will be a happy end for us just like in Hollywood movies. That someday we'll be the best medicine to the other's worst fears and pain again. That someday perhaps all the circumstances will be in our favor and at the end of the day, we'll be the ones to whom we'll run for comfort. That hopefully we'll realize that we are the best ones to each other and that no other story will ever compare to what we used to be. That Hopefully one day we'll be able to keep writing a sequence to our so far brief love story. But for instance I say I'll leave our book in a very safe place that although it's out of sight, I know it'll always be there in case we're lucky enough to be able to fill it with more chapters.