Unfinished Love Story

Sometimes I thought it was love, sometimes I thought “no”.

You met me in the lows of life.
Like a breeze in the summer of my life.
You were someone.
You were unknown.
You were young.
But your smile felt instantly mine.
Whenever you met me, I felt like a parched piece of soil meeting a rain drop.
You spoke, and spoke, and spoke
I sat watching u..and asking myself repeatedly: is it just he and I, or an unfinished love story from my previous birth?
Some unfinished love stories are more beautiful and accomplishing than the finished ones.