I didn’t know how we fell for each other. The time, the place, the people around us, I didn’t know. The things that we did, did we ever do a thing together? Such as strolled around the city, went to some museums, searched some books in libraries or bookstores. Oh, did we even have a good talk?
We had no something in common. We just ran away. We left. And we met. Did we even met once? We had nothing, right?
Some of our friends said that we loved to hear the waves, craved some Japanese and Italian foods, sat on the bench with some discussion. How did they know those things? How did they know me? How did they know you? How did they know us?
I went to some beaches and I couldn’t find a memory of you. I went to some Japanese and Italian restaurants, I only found the tasty foods, not you. I sat on some benches at some parks in town, and I could only found a joyful laughs from the kids. I didn’t even find you there, how could the discussion happened?
Now I’m here, line queuing at the check-in counter, try to remember. Maybe we once met in this airport. But I don’t remember, even a tiny bit about you. I don’t see you even I hardly and calmly try. Do I even know you?
