Tangled

Tangled

It would never have happened, if only I had managed to untangle them. The two ends of my earphones, in inevitable knots apparently, in a constant battle with my fingers, determined to not let go. If only I had paid more attention to my hair flying into my face from the winds that the trains brought in their wake, I would have seen you walk towards me. If I had looked up one second early, I would…

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