You're Just A Glimpse of An Unforgettable Memory

That moment, it was like everything stopped for a second. 

You saw me first. Our eyes met. I caught a breath and couldn't believe what was happening. Finally, we met again. I quickly ran my view to the crowds, but you didn't. You still looked at me for another second. Then, you held your head down, kept walking, leaving me behind. The past just happened again.

Now, there you are standing in the back of my mind. Without asking for any permission, the past immediately creeps into me again. The truth is sometimes I still recall that moment, years ago when we were younger and stepped into this kind of experience also.

Never thought I would meet you again, but I did keep wishing for this to happen. Among the crowds, our eyes met. Again. Unfortunately, this is not a drama. This is not a movie. None of us made a move. I do realize that it's just my flesh, my mortal emotion, that wants us to know each other, to want to keep remembering you, to think or dream of sweet things for us too seriously.

I do realize, I do know that I've got my part. I've got someone here. I do realize that you're just a glimpse of an unforgettable memory. I do realize that I shouldn't hope for anything more than it should it be.