So far

I wish I'd not almost-known you. Or, lost you. In the mountains I never went, in the bonfire where we never sat across 

I guess, when you lose someone from your life, you cannot really fit the image of your life-without-the-person in the beginning. But you become accustomed to that image, in some time. Suddenly, you want to test yourself. And then, it hurts. To see a new image of the-other-person's-life without you. Truth is, it hurts to see a familiar face in an unfamiliar background. It hurts to see a changed-version, almost like a new human being. It's as if the person you had known has suddenly disappeared from the world, completely vanished. It's almost like an illusion, same countenance but different characteristics. It makes you feel empty, numb as if you'd whispered your secrets in the thin air and suddenly there was a storm.

There are certain moments in our life which become a memory and become flagged in our memory-lane. There's a red flag marked on 24 Feb the day we met, don't know if it symbolized love, or was a warning. I've contemplated a lot. It was both, I think. But all of it was always a lot more than love or a mere warning. I could never figure out who you were but I like to think you were magic. And I'm glad I came across you. I'd be a little more than glad if we could meet again, though. If I could reread the almost, unfinished story, if I could amend a few lines. 

I swear, I won't lose you this time.