Deja Vu
05.03.11
Was this just a dream? Can we make it real? Would you take a chance?
A myriad of question marks floating overhead.
The calculated strides, the unpretentious conversations- sincere as the laughter we share- the nostalgic aroma of cappuccino; I've seen them all. Were you there too? I swear I glimpsed at your smile, those icy blue eyes like mirrors of the sky outside (outside of what, I have not the slightest). Or were they yours?
I heard someone whisper, "You can't fight the Fates."
Have I gone mad?
This road, I have taken once before. I think. I have passed by that familiar cross (cross my heart!). Our destinies someday shall shake hands- sweaty and soft and warm. I peered over that window and felt for certain, at that split second, we are meant to be.
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