To: my lost love
The one with pretty brown eyes and a beautiful smile. Owner of my storms, of my dreams, you do whatever you want with my mind, it unsettles me just thinking about your smile and your hateful look, they are so contrary as your personality that I can't define you. Maybe you can't make sense of this love, I only know that you must be in some universe, and I imagine myself happy with you, I'd like to explore light and darkness together. What will become of us? The universe will know... I hope to meet you again, I hope to stumble upon your brown eyes, even if it's in the distance.
The clashing sound of the wheels of the suitcase with another suitcase brings me out of my thoughts.
-I'm sorry -I say to the woman whose back I bump into... and I continue on my way to catch my flight to California...