She could still remember the first time he steps into her life, the moment when it feels something, when she finds it new and lasting and how she accepted it and how it totally changed her life. She remember every little piece, altogether at the same moment of reminiscing, how he turned her life to a beautiful history. She could remember that somehow, along her lonely life she didn't have to look at clocks to find out time was existing and fast and the fact it wouldn't last despite how much she desires. She remember timeless and endless, her world in the past.
I was inspired by Lang Leav,my favorite poet artist. ♥