Somewhere along the way, on the train that ran at speeds up to 198 mph, or at the busy station with people rushing with a cup of coffee in their hands, you silently crept back into my mind.

Maybe I should have erased all your photos that are safely stored under a folder titled ‘Flash Delirium’ in my laptop, since I keep forgetting how annihilative your smile could be.

And maybe I can stop wishing that I hadn’t been so impulsive on that night back in April.

How much I wish this wasn’t a dead end.