You said that I’m your wife.
The mother of your children.
But I sat there looking at you, as if I’m seeing you for the first time.
“Where am I?” I looked around. The place looked vaguely familiar.
“Do I know you?” I asked you again. But this time you just smiled. That smile, I’ve seen it before.
I reached out to touch you and I see my old wrinkled hand. I pulled back in horror, not knowing that I’ve aged.
You gently caressed my face. As I closed my eyes, memories came flooding in. Bits and pieces of our life events, appeared in flashes.
I opened my eyes and saw your tired eyes looking ever so lovingly at me. At that very moment I said, “Darling, I’ve missed you.” You never took your eyes off of me and I could see tears welling up in your eyes. You said “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”
“It just feels like yesterday that I married you. Where did the years go?” I asked and you gave me that smile, again. The smile that I fell for.
As I looked back down at my hands, you reached out and held it softly.
I looked at you and asked “Who am I, again?”
∼ Mysterious Mind ©