Close Call

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I've seen this old lady for so long that I can remember and every chance we get to see each other face to face, it dawns on me how her face resembles the face of someone I thought I would someday call family.

I'm starting to learn where you got your cheekbones and how the shape of her head resembles that of your mom's.

Every time I see her, I get this rush of emotions that there was a time that if the Universe had twisted our fate, I, as we speak, would be standing up from where I am seated, walk over to this lady, get her right hand and place it on my forehead.

I don't even know if that's included in the tradition, but yes, I could probably do that because when I fell in love with you, I could literally feel that I can move mountains, connect separated continents just so that I could get to where you are.

You know I could do that for you and I feel like I have this overwhelming wave of emotions that I only felt for you. You have made my eyes, the gate to my soul, jump for joy and make my secret tears fall when they are not supposed to.

I should no longer be thinking about this, but there's just something about seeing the shape and facial bone structure of this old lady today that reminded me so much of you.

I lower down my gaze, while inhaling deeply, as I hear my heart pounding so loud that it is almost deafening. We could've been relatives by a certain degree and association. We could've been... in its cultural sense, a family.

But every thing that happened ended up in a close call.


Whew!