That akward moment when you realize that the city is too small when you meet your ex at the receiptionist of an old cafe. That exact moment, time turns back its wheel and ignites the feelings and memories, good ones and bad ones. You feel that time may changes, people may change but something remains the same no matter what. And at that moment, your heart skips a beat telling you to wait for her outside, just to confirm that she’s fine. You look at her with a smile on your faces both. And then, you keep walking, she keeps walking, each with another one.
And you want to thank God, if there is one, for letting her pass by.