Looking Back

I managed to find an old journal the other day, this one comes from roughly around 2003. I couldn't tell because I didn't date the entries and the book has seen better days. I hate dealing with the past so I tended to rip apart any journals, burn them or toss pages out. So it's always interesting to see what I was like when I was around 20/21 years old.

I opened the page, a little movement of the paper and there it was... your face. The way it will always be, a frame of a moment two years passed. A smile on both our faces, and a distance now between us. So what now?

A good memory of who you are...were...

Who I was or maybe should still be.

Beautiful.

You know that don't you?

What I have always felt and believed, just never muttered. Muted from saying anything. The time together I will always remember. You and I alone, wandering, maybe both looking for the same thing.

So why couldn't I say anything when I saw you again?

I guess the time passed and I could speak no longer. You were there within grasp, words ready to spill and carry towards you.

God, you're lovely...

but then it becomes another memory, fading from me again. I will see you again, no doubt. Maybe the time and moment I seek isn't as far away as I think.

I guess you can say some things never change.