Quote 62

Who is this, whose eyes,

even now, sparkle through my mind,

to steal pieces of my soul?

Her laugh ripples down my spine

with warm familiarity,

as if,

somehow,

I'd spent a life with her already,

as if the universe

had written this story years ago,

and now sat atop high clouds

as it unfolded,

smiling at my doubts -

as if there was any chance

I would not love this girl

for the rest of time.