I stared at the empty chair beside me. Without even taking my eyes away from it, my mind slipped into that long illusion that you would be there– sitting, like the way you did before. I look into your eyes, and they smile at me. As if telling me to relax. And the old spark was there. the one that I have been looking for along time.
But then, the teacher called me, snapping me back to reality. Answering dumbly his question that I didn’t even bother to understand.
I sat there. Felt your presence, but then, this was all a never-ending illusion.
What they say…