Reunion of Hearts

The sky today was filled with so many colors, like a rainbow spread across the clouds. It felt like the sky was trying to tell me something, like maybe today would be the day. The day she might come back.

I kept looking around, searching for any kind of sign that could show me she was near. But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's been 53 years. For 53 years, I've been waiting for her. Every day, I wonder if this is the day she'll appear again, but each time, the day just passes, and I'm left with the same empty feeling. I walk through the streets of Barcelona, and there are so many girls here. They're everywhere—laughing, talking, going about their lives—but none of them are like her. No one has that same glow, that same charm she had. Amour was different. She was like something from a dream, ethereal, like she didn't belong to this world. Even though it's been so long, I can't forget her, because she was like no one else. No one has that spark, that magic. She was like a star, so bright and beautiful, and no matter how much time passes, no one else can ever compare to her.

There was no point in looking for her here in La Rambla—it's so boring. Every corner feels the same, every street looks like the last. I sighed, knowing deep down she wouldn't be here, not today, not after all this time. I decided it was time to head home. I stood up from the street-side bench, feeling the weight of the years as I stretched a little. I grabbed my shemagh that was loosely hanging around my neck, pulled it tighter, and started walking towards home.

If I didn't go back soon, my mom would start worrying, thinking that a 16-year-old shouldn't be out for this long. She always nags about it, telling me to come home earlier. But how could I ever explain it to her? How could I make her understand that I'm not really 16, that I'm more than 70 years old? She'd never believe me, no matter how much I tried to explain. To her, I'm just a normal kid, but deep inside, I've lived lifetimes waiting, searching, hoping to find Amour again. But of course, my mom doesn't know that, and she'd just vague about me being out too late as always.

I kept blaming myself for letting her go that night, 54 years ago. I was such a fool, thinking she'd come back like it was nothing. But she never returned. Even now, I still love her deeply, and I trust that she'll come back one day. If not today, then maybe tomorrow. I've waited 53 years already; a couple of days or even a few hours shouldn't matter. But still, my longing grows stronger.

Each moment without her feels like an eternity, and the hope of seeing her again keeps me going. It's like a fire in my heart that won't fade, no matter how much time passes. I know she's out there somewhere, and that thought makes every second worth it, even after all these years.

As I made my way home, I saw young couples everywhere, their laughter and smiles reminding me of her. Each couple felt like a reminder of how lonely I really am without Amour. It's the end of La Rambla, and the stairway looms ahead. Each step feels like a kilometer, stretching on forever.

With every stair I climb, I can't help but remember all those kilometers I spent walking and talking with her, sharing dreams and secrets. Those moments felt like they belonged to a different lifetime, and now, with each step, the weight of my solitude grows heavier.

But as I climbed those endless stairs, something changed. At the bottom, 23 kilometers away, I saw her—a girl with breathtaking beauty, curling her hair around her finger, looking shy and a little bored. It felt as if time paused for a moment. I was captivated, unable to tear my eyes away from her, even though deep down I knew I couldn't betray Amour. I shook my head and forced myself to look away, continuing my ascent.

Yet, there was something strange about this girl. Her behavior mirrored mine, almost like a reflection. A curiosity bubbled up inside me—had we met before? The thought lingered, and as I moved upward, I couldn't shake the feeling that our paths might have crossed in some way. It was both thrilling and unsettling, like a whisper of fate teasing me with possibilities I dared not explore.

I walked for 8 kilometers, and that's when our steps matched up perfectly. It felt like I had known her forever, but she wasn't Amour, a friend, or even family. My curiosity grew even more. I really wanted to ask her if we knew each other, but when I tried to speak, the words just wouldn't come out. I stood there, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness, wondering why it felt so familiar. It was like something magical was happening, but I didn't know how to break the silence between us.

I kept climbing the stairs, holding onto the silence, but deep down, I really wanted to know if we had met before. I felt this strange connection with her that I couldn't shake off. Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment, and turned around. "Excuse me, have we met before?" I called out, my heart pounding in my chest.

To my surprise, she said the exact same thing at the same time! I opened my eyes wide, feeling a rush of excitement and disbelief. "Is that a coincidence…?" I started to ask, but I paused when I saw her mouth moving at the same moment. It felt so strange and amazing. My heart raced even faster, but I couldn't help but smile. She smiled too, and even though our faces were bright, there were tears pooling in our eyes like we were both feeling something huge and mysterious.

I couldn't understand why this was happening, but it felt so special. It was like the world around us disappeared, and in that moment, we were the only two people who mattered. We stood there, wondering what this all meant, feeling like something magical was happening that we couldn't quite grasp. It was both confusing and beautiful, and I just knew that whatever it was, it was important. So Important like — Amour.

THAT WAS THE MOMENT! WHEN TWO SOULS HAD REUNITED…