Vinegar

I remember how it felt that day.
You, shyly typing the word "hello,"
your fingers fumbling nervously
as they darted across the screen in a hurry.
Brought together by a single click and a simple game,
it's almost strange, isn't it?
It must've been fate.
Fate,
like how the sun shines one day
only to fade away the next.
Your mysterious messages,
recorded in memory for an eternity.




Dedicated to my friend, Vinegar.