She feels as though she started out in a single straight-forward path,
That could not have been daunted by even the biggest bump in the road.

Somewhere along the way she must have taken a wrong turn.
She feels as though she has been walking for miles and her path just keeps getting harder to navigate.

She is lost.

Maybe she was too wistful, a hopeless romantic in the sense of Romanticism not necessarily love.
She wanted her life to take a turn and finally take off.

In a sense she wanted to fly away from everything and forget the past completely.
That in itself was a mistake.

No matter what one does to escape the past,
Certain factors of it stick.

Scars don’t only appear on skin.

I was not one to believe in fate,
Thought it was ******* to be honest.

But then, there he was,
Staring me right in the face.

Maybe it was the whiskey haze,
But when I met him...

When I met him,
I felt as though he was an old friend, someone I knew, someone I should know.

Then I kept seeing him,
By chance.

Over and over,
We just kept finding each other.

Still to this day,
Even if we go our separate ways we always end up finding each other.

Every time,
Especially when we need each other the most.

Because for once in our lives,
Something feels right, even if we don't know what it is.

My theory is fate brought us together.
And fate is hell bent on keeping us that way.

I was willing,
To forget.
No, to accept,
Your absence.

But then I saw,
In passing,
Someone that looked,
Just like you.

My heart clenched,
My stomach dropped,
My breath became short,
It was as if my body was saying what I wasn't willing to.

"There you are.
I missed you."