I remember one particular scene as clear as day. The two of us were leaving the house to go shopping. You were wearing your new light blue jacket and that thick scarf you would always say itches after some time. I left first and you after me, holding the door so your umbrella doesn’t get stuck as it closes; the sky was clouded but there was no rain. You passed me as you walked out, and in that moment, that minuscule instance of time, I felt truly like you were with me. Walking there beside me, completely present, like you hadn’t been in a long time. I couldn’t help but feel entranced by you, so close, falling for you all over again like you were a complete stranger to me, threatening me with the mystery of love like you did all those years ago. And then it passed. You were no longer beside me; you were standing at the gate looking at me confused as to my sudden disconnection from reality, waiting for me to come towards you. I smiled at you, because just then you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. And just then you smiled back, and for the only time in my life, I felt complete.

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