My heart skipped for a second, i slowed down.

I took a deep breath. I heard you call my name. My reflexes were to look back and smile, only to find out that you we're actually calling the person behind me whose name nearly resembles mine. I felt the heat on my cheeks. My palms sweat. I hope I did not blush.

I know you saw it. The eagerness to look at you, the impulsive smile, and how it turned blank after the truth dawned on me. You saw how my face turned red, you and your sardonic smile effortlessly sentenced my pride.

You said I am a clairvoyant. I guess you're right. Because at that very moment, I am sure of what you were thinking. That after almost a year and a half, I am still the pathetic girl you left behind, you wanted to grow up, you wished to explore the world, you hoped to find new things and meet new people, and all the while, i thought that you included me on your plans, but fate proved me wrong.

I don't want to sound distressed nor to look wretched after you left me, but God knows how long I lamented on what had happened.

You saw my smile, if you only knew it was genuine. That there's no trace of resentment directed towards you. It was as if we're still walking on the same ground, hand in hand. Happy, contented, assured.

You're not the same anymore. You've reached your dreams and I can sense that you're still making your way, there are more and bigger opportunities yet to come. You have made it and I am happy for you.

Lost objects do have the tendency to stay lost, only to turn up months after you have given up looking, and have forgotten all about it.

True.