I feel like I’m always searching for something.
She came to me like a dream. Swift, unexpected, and gone before I could even realize it.
We were just two strangers who happened to be in the same place at the same time. Strangers who shared memories of rock skipping by the river and warm summer nights under the stars. Strangers who unknowingly entered each other’s lives, leaving permanent footprints on each other’s hearts.
Her name was Irene, and with every passing moment, I forget who she is. The twinkle in her eyes, the sadness behind her smile, and the soft color of her voice slowly fades from my memories, leaving me wanting and wishing for a person I can’t even recall anymore.
But no matter what, I’ll always remember the last words she said to me.
“Maybe some people were destined to meet, and that’s all.”
I’m always searching for something. Something to fill the void in my heart that she left when she disappeared like she was never even there to begin with.