Seeing you Thursday night was an unexpected surprise.
For those brief 2 minutes, I saw that you still looked as lovely as ever.
I wonder if you’re happy. I hope so.
I wonder if fond memories of the past ever cross your mind still, whenever you listen to a Kaskade song, or hear a British accent.
Even as I find myself over it, I think about you still as if there’s something meant to happen. I won’t be so bold as to say meant to be, but I feel as if our journey hasn’t come to an end yet.
I wonder if you feel the same.