The Day I Met Her

I tried many times to meet her, but whenever I came face-to-face with her, I was too scared to say anything. But I tried again and again.

One day, she came to me and looked into my eyes. I was terrified; shivers ran all over my body. She said to me, “Let’s go.” I couldn’t refuse, so I went with her.

Then I heard someone calling me, so I looked back.

I saw a baby far away. He crawled toward me, then began to run, stumbling as he moved. As he came closer, he was a grown boy running faster, a book in his right hand, a pen, and a guitar hanging on his back... no, it was a heavy bag. Then I saw a man in a blue shirt and black trousers, his shirt tucked in but slightly loose, with a bag slung over his left shoulder.

As he came even closer, I saw a middle-aged man who looked exactly like me. He stretched out his hand toward me… and I did the same. As our hands touched, he disappeared.

People were crying and sobbing; they were calling me back. But I couldn’t go.

I felt a pull and looked forward, I saw... nothing.