To love...

She couldn’t count the ways in which she loved him for they were by far not that many 

She honestly couldn’t understand what it was exactly that made her feel what she did 

But she did feel and she felt a lot 

In the mornings before getting out of bed she could feel herself smiling when she thought of him 

In the afternoons if she saw something with the slightest semblance of his thoughts she felt in awe

And in the evenings it was he who crossed her mind, every single night 

But then she wondered

Did he do the same? 

Could it be that they both held separate silent marathons in which each constantly ran through the other’s thoughts 

Could it really be possible that they both thought of each other just as much?

They had lost each other 

Out of the blue, not to be found again 

But if their gazes were to meet once again–

What would we he say?

What would he do?

Would he remember exactly all that they lived in this life and in the previous one?

Would he just pull her in and take in the smell of her hair, disheveled the way he like it?

Would everything be the same or better?

Would there be enough words to capture the moment?

Could it be that above all he always held on to the memory of her 

Hoping that one day the timing would be right 

And all would fall into place

No more running in opposite directions 

No more running away 

Because this time they would be running together

She didn’t know 

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know 

To find him and find out…

Bionica