Just a spark - just a trace of something I thought I lost long ago. I recognize something in the way she smiles - like there’s something I don’t know. A familiar feeling echoes and takes me back to where I’ve been - sometimes the past can ring so clear. It was just a choice: at the time it seemed so simple, but how the hell did I get here?

In time everything will go the way the river flows, but I could never be that free. It’s just that the timing’s always wrong. I’m tongue-tied and hanging on to how I think my life should be.

A touch of grace, a twist of fate - I love her more than she knows. I recognize something in the way she smiles like the way the river flows...