I stand looking at the mirror.
I see myself again.
But this time it is different.
I see myself.
Different.
There are parts of me that have blurred with time. Seems faded with age.
But they seem clearer again. Like they have rolled back the years.
Why did you have to make me wait this long?
I look deeper into the reflection.
I see myself.
But I also see you.
You are starting to become visible within me. Clearer…
I have been waiting so long alone that I have forgotten about you.
My eyes tears up with the feelings that I forgot I have.
The house that was dark is having its light turned on again.
The house that can become a home.
With you.
My soul.
Why did you have to make me wait this long?
I have almost forgotten who I am. I was ready to just fade away and be just another that drew its breath for some time and then be forgotten.
You were to meet me here, and we were to live.
Live! Truly live.
Together.
I wanted that for so long.
Dare I hope this can happen? Can dreams come true for a man who has lost half his age?
Why did you have to make me wait this long?