Wander

She didn’t mean to search for her— but the scent of coffee, the pull of a melody, the curve of a stranger’s smile kept leading her back to the feeling she swore was imagined. Each moment became a breadcrumb. Each place, a doorway. And her heart— an instrument tuned to the frequency of someone it almost remembered. This is the path between waking and dreaming, between almost and again. And somehow, love was always waiting at the end of the street.