We first met when I was 21 and you were 27. That year I was preparing to go abroad and you were my English teacher.
I fell in love with you for three years, and you tossed and turned in the arms of others.
It's been five years since I returned from my studies, but you no longer have the same impulsiveness as before.
It's been eight years since I thought I'd never see you again, but I didn't expect God's will.
I have been holding flowers and staring at you for ten years, and you in the photo are still moving, but I can no longer see the person who once had bright eyes and white teeth.