It’s always random to me because my feet lead me everywhere, so suddenly I stood in front of a little and old bookstore, a bakery, restaurant, and anywhere else it is, yet I am really okay with that. It’s always random in the middle of that city, my feet lead me again to ‘that place’ which is full of unforgettable-beautiful memories that can never be forgotten.
There. There are us back then, and right now. In the corner of a traditional coffee shop surrounded by smells of roasted coffee beans, full of passengers, fresh-baked bread that you always ramble every single day. Withholding hands as we did not want to be separated, with the camera on my neck, red scarf on yours.
And, you said; someday, our feet will stand here again as today. Not as a stranger, not as friends, but as one.
That your wishes that might and most likely would not happen, as I thought. Love is full of mystery, yet we always tend not to think about what that ‘mystery’ is in love itself.
I remembered that. I remembered that kiss we shared back then. With your big and warm hand cupping my cheeks, place your warm-red-thin lips on my cold-pink-thin lips. Everything turned so wonderful back then, that I was always skeptical about that.
But now,
My feet brought me back, so did yours.
At the same place, at the same time, at the same season. Despite being strangers back then, as friends, we are back as one.
Again, we shared the same kiss, the same lips yet with me here not being skeptical about what you would leave as you hold my little hand tightly.