I'm starting to realize, maybe the reason we live is to change someone else's life.

This was how I spent my weekend - trying to beat time, completing reports & of course what else but that mountain of work. Apart from the mountains, tucked away in the little corner of my mind were thoughts of you. Buried and well hidden away from reality and from the harsh scrutinizing eyes of the world. Stills of what happened, hitting replay repeatedly, wondering how things would turn out and if you thought about the same things too. I had little baby pink delicate butterflies circling in my tummy and tiny turning up of the corners of lips.

You can be so secretly happy of something, so eager to tell every single stranger who passed you by. You want to tell the half alseep little boy in the train ride or the man who stubbornly refused to give up his seat for the half asleep boy. Then he turned to me and whispered loudly in my ear, "The boy wants to sleep but the man refuses to give up his seat, look at him pretending to be sleep. Best method." Going round and round, up and down in the train station, missing train stops and having the urge to reach out and be there and check if this is reality. 
So when it all ends, you walk away happily with a sunshiny smile on your face that blinds but yet is so fragile. And you think about it over and again until it becomes your every thought, you can be doing things and reminiscing at the same time and your mind congests. In bed you try hard not to fall alseep in case you wake up thinking it was the best dream or you would take that piece of memory with you and accidentally leave it in the land of dreams and forget all about it.
For safe keeping and in case I would ever forget, I am taking this slippery memory and bottling it in a jar. So I can revisit this memory and it will be crystal clear when I dip my head into the pensieve.

(First image: sunshine upton, Second image: mighty curious, Third image: sita marie)