Mystical You

Yesterday (shouldn’t it be today; the mind and the heart are yet to shift its course…) did not meet with you. The day went by absent-mindedly, absent-heartily; the day was to some degree difficult. Lonely. Quite lost. But determined.

There was a catch though. You were spotted accidently. Ah, but why! Why! Almost went over, almost not. But in the end never.

The moment would always be in the memory. Mystical you, you walked with such countenance as to attract every attention: every other individual was oblivious. Watched you go. Followed you not. But turned away.

Should describe the feelings and minds thoroughly? Do want to recall, but shouldn’t. Be firm and positive. Such challenging. Such first experience.

(It is late, am reminded. One o’clock in the morning. Another day will be unknown. But very much possibly the day will be different.)

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I am different, it’s up to me to decide its course. Everything will be fine.