Numbers have a lot of power. Places, somewhat. But a person lasts an eternity . . .

500 years later I might see you again. It will be a distinct fragrance that will make me take notice of you. Labyrinths of your scent will have me enthralled. And when I fix my eyes upon yours it will all be transformed.

I shall find myself once against in those cosmos where two strangers meet, consummate and part ways as strangers again. It would be akin to a trip down a Lazarus pit – consuming me and at the same time filling me all over again. I shall see myself caught in a storm with a strange sense of both loss and gain. But in the end I shall realise that your feelings for me are like the flowing river – something I would have known all along yet failed to have been impressed by. I shall have thus relived in a flash what would seem like a life time.

And with your eyes still fixed upon mine, now turning into a disapproving stern gaze, I shall gently smile the warmest of smiles I would have smiled in ages. I will not remind you of fires that I would have burnt for you, for it won’t be necessary. I will have no words for you. I will hold that gaze awhile one last time and then walk away knowing that it is the best thing I will have ever done.