“I just saw you as an old woman.” she says.
That’s because my heart is a thousand years old.
“I just felt that time is like a fold for you. I just saw the future and past overlapping into the present.” she says.
That’s because time is irrelevant here. It’s an illusion. That’s because my mind spans across all moments. It’s because I’ve already seen this all. It’s about patterns. It’s about mysticism. It’s about connectivity. It’s about other realities simultaneously existing in the one we live now. It’s about destiny. I want to tell her this but I know she doesn’t understand this…yet. I smile, because she will soon.