And Even If

Walking into the bookstore with my mind as heavy as a drooping satellite, I look up at a cafe timeline of the famous thinkers who split mind and matter apart and onto a piece of paper, and I am granted with the pleasure of enjoying my first silent movie. My steps follow forward, and my eyes capture each author’s life story portrait by portrait. And then I bump into her. It takes me an entire ten seconds to realize it has taken me ten years to realize what tough love really feels like. I rub my shoulder, look up, and immediately I forget what time my heart told me it was. And even if I only stare into your colors for three seconds, and I stand fixated to the sticky floor since my frappuchino splashed across my feet, the magic of a planet's rotation, atmosphere, and gravity has set my satellite on a course to love again. And to believe that it is until just now that I remember that I forgot to ask, "How are you?"