by The Dreamer
“h-have we met…before?” her voice is barely above a whisper. it trembles on the last note.
he doesn’t reply, eyes busy searching her face, her body, feeling like a kid that’s lost his way home. there’s a familiar ache in his heart; it’s warm, almost itchy. he’s playing hot or cold in his mind. where exactly has he seen her before?
“i don’t know,” his lip quivers, and suddenly there are tears on his face. “i feel like i’ve known you for a thousand years, seen you in a thousand dreams, felt you in a thousand different ways but…”
her eyes are shiny and her smile is sad. “me too.”