You linger in the far back crevices of my mind, even after being apart for nearly a decade.

Sometimes I struggle accepting how quickly time has fleeted.
Because every so often, I’ll get a breath of fresh, crisp Autumn air and it transcends me back to Germany.

I’m then filled with the most vivid memories.

We were so young. So vibrant. So spontaneous.

Even though I feel like we knew we weren’t right for each other, we were still somehow addicted to the moment.

I sometimes wonder where we’d be in life had we not gotten separated, or at least separated at such a young and vulnerable age.

I then wonder if you ever relive the same flashbacks that I do.

I guess I’ll never know, and that’s okay.

Every path is crossed for a reason and I wouldn’t change a thing about our history, because then that would rewrite the story I have now.