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
