There was a moment in time when everything stopped. It was not something that I had ever imagined would happen. It was something that wasn’t supposed to happen. It just did.
I am not sure if this was love. I am not sure if this was even an emotion. It was a moment when the heart skipped a beat and the mind was stunned.
It was the moment when I had met you. An unforgotten moment it was.
The moment is affixed in my mind like a painting. Some of the shades mix with each other, others give a different hue than what might actually be reality. However, the emotions invoked on seeing that painting are as fresh as the first time. You looking at me smiling.
The conversation of a lifetime, happening in that single moment. You knew I loved you, I knew you loved me. The whole evening we talked and the evening began in that moment. The perfect moment.
But the evening passed. You left for your life; I, for mine.
Five years passed before we met again. Five silent years after a conversation of 5 hours.
You are with your family, me with mine. I named my daughter after you, your son has my name too.
We had discussed our kids too, I remember. In those 5 hours, we had discussed it all.
Your busy husband who would not come to the party, my pregnant wife who couldn’t.
The conversation, ignited with a moment’s passion, burned all the boundaries, all the walls.
To the world, nothing happened in those 5 hours that tarnishes us.
In that moment, everything happened.
In that moment, I was yours and you were mine.