She was gone. She continued her normal life.

I wonder if she remembers me.

I tried as well. No luck.

I didn't believe in love at first sight, before.

Now, the lust for her touch is eating me away.

I can't stop thinking about her.

I couldn't sleep at night.

Every time, I closed eyes, she would appear in my mind.

Why did she have such impact on me?

The distance is driving me crazy.

I couldn't last a minute more without her.

But what could I do?

I just had to face the fact, that I wouldn't see her no more.

And it hurts like Hell.

A year passed. We had multiple concerts around Europe.

I found out, that France was a paradise for me and 

the places I saw in Germany were one of the most beautiful I've seen so far. 

I fell in love with Europe and it's culture. 

My manager asked, if I wanted to visit the nearby gallery in Prague. 

He said, that the best students from the Art Academies

around Europe participated in the exhibition.

As soon as we walked in, I inhaled once again the smell of freedom.

That freedom, that we, the artists have. 

I walked around the gallery, fascinated by the creativity and skills, that were shown in the works. 

A large painting caught my eye. 

A street was painted, a very familiar one.

At the end of the street, there was a boy, walking away. 

A girl was looking towards him. 

The sky was grey.

The ground was wet.

I knew that street.

I looked at the name of the artist ,at the right corner of the bottom, on the painting.

The town was the same. I didn't recall the name. I never knew it.

I thought, I had finally forgotten about her.

I guess not.

I rushed towards the wall with the artists' photos. 

She was there.  

I stared at the picture. I had forgotten about her basic appearances. 

I just memorized her eyes and lips. 

I knew she was beautiful, but this picture showed a perfect looking woman.

Was this fate? 

If it was, maybe it would be okay, for me, to follow it.

I wanted to find her. 

Hear her voice.

Feel her touch.

Hear her laugh.

I needed to see her.

She sent butterflies in my stomach every time I thought about her. 

I think I love her.