Rewind
So you kind of looking on screen for hours trying to stare her picture down. Even though there’s no chance to win. You know it and still keep it going, subconsciously returning barely noticeable smile in lips corners, catching mischievous twinkle in her eyes that kind of looking back on her own reflection and find it’s funny. You can read kind of question in each and every single one of pixels of her:
— Did you notice any changes in me?
— New haircut, no usual necklace, that smile…
— There’s something else. Not obvious… Look behind visual border…
Now you lose. You’re lost. Lost in her eyes, in your dreams, in a new life instantly built and fast-forward lived through from the very beginning to the smash like a fly on the windscreen on full speed of light transmitting new gravity center of The Universe right there, on the screen in front of you. Crashed and burned… look away…