While packing for my move, I found an old photograph at the bottom of a box. A younger version of me was standing beside someone, smiling. I should have known that person, but I couldn't remember the name. I turned the photo over. No date. No place. Nothing written there. I kept staring at it for a while and suddenly realized something. The person in that picture looked happier than I have in a long time. An open window, a curtain moving gently in the breeze. That day, something changed a little. Less than a single degree in the temperature of my heart. It changed my season, it changed the way the world looked, and it brought a new wind with it. The next day, I took the long way home. It was the same street, yet it looked like a place I'd never seen before. The sky seemed higher, and the wind kinder than I remembered. Apparently, I had left myself behind for a very long time. Who was the person in that photograph? A friend? A lover? Or someone who once told me something important? I don't remember. But somehow, it doesn't seem to matter anymore. They say that when the ocean currents shift, even distant seasons begin to change. Perhaps the human heart is the same. I put the photograph back into the box— this time, on the very top. --------------------------------------------------------- The next day, I opened the box again, wanting to know who that person was. But the photograph was gone. At that moment, it felt as though something deep within me had changed direction—like an ocean current quietly shifting its course. Of course I didn't recognize the face—I haven't met them yet. And yet, somehow, I know that I will. It isn't quite a memory. It's a different kind of feeling, a nostalgia that resembles meeting a soulmate. For the first time in a long while, I looked at myself in the mirror. I put on my makeup and went out to buy some new clothes. Somehow, it felt as though I was getting ready to meet someone. "Nice to meet you... and I'm happy to see you again."
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