3 Seconds

Let me tell you a little something about my subversive fate with the man of my life (for a little while), though I’m not the woman in his life.

It was the most unforgettable scene that I ever had in my entire life. It’s like those scenes in the movies where harbingers are floating, where you can’t hear anything not because sounds are gone but because all the strengths of your senses went to your heart for you to feel what you saw, where the most splendid thing happens in just few seconds, and you’re back into the real world. And there’s a sudden thought of how will you bring this forth—fancy things to your real world.

That’s the finest unearthly thing that ever happened to me. And it happened in three seconds.

Then God gave me few more seconds with you. You utter my name, your name, and we shook hands. And I felt providential about these two things that moment… that you were actually looking…not at me, but in my eyes, and I have the reason to look you in the eye. The world shut off…nobody was in the room…and there was an abrupt connection. Yes, it’s crazy. It’s unexplainable. It’s magical. That’s the split second of us meeting.

And when you finally get to meet him, share thoughts with him, have a little laugh with him, share smiles with him. You pay attention, you feel things, you steal looks and pretend you don’t when I caught you, then have few days with him…weeks…months…and you come closer to the end. You know you have to let go anytime soon. I felt like I was a little girl being told fairy tale stories to put to sleep. It was fast. It was dreamly. But it was real.

I gotta say that this feeling does exist. But most of the time they are meant to stay where they are. You can’t bring fantasy into the real world because they don’t move simultaneously, they move in different course, but you can find it.


I never planned this, I never hoped for this, I didn’t even see it coming.

Destiny drags me to you, or destiny drags you to me. I’ll be forever thanking God for that. If it shouldn’t happen, It won’t happen.

One day when we meet again, and I see you happy, and I know it’s not because of me, that’s when I’ll miss you, but I’ll be happy for you. Somewhere along the way we’ve met. And I know one of these days it will happen once more. I’ll be seeing you.

I feel sorry for myself. You're not the one to love me. I’m not the one to love you forever.