They say everything happens for a reason. You happened, but I don't know how. Or why... I guess it's just one of those things you can rely on, even if you don't know why. At least I accept that, because most people brush it off, like you... or her. I saw you again. It freaked me out, because I know I didn't really see you... But it seemed so... real, so clear, like the ocean water and the waves and sand, That I used to bury my feet in, the warm sand enveloping me, like the forest I call home... Or our tiny cottage we used to love, until we fell out of orbit... Just one of those things, I guess...
