Walking down
the street,
I met
an old woman.

I heard her say,
"I loved the
same man
for fifty years."

My smile
touched my
eyes when
I heard that.

I thought about
how beautiful
that was,
until she said,
"And I wanted him
to know that."

In a span of
three seconds,
my smile
suddenly faded.

I didn't know
how painful
that was.
I didn't know
how tragic
it seemed.

At that moment,
I felt my heart
break for
no reason.

I want to
hug her,
I want to
comfort her,
I want her
to feel
that she's
not alone.

But when I'm
about to do
all the things
I thought
a while ago,
the woman
suddenly
disappeared
in front of me.

And then out
of a sudden,
I'm now standing in
front of the
mirror.

That's the time
I realized that
the woman
I saw earlier
is none other
than me.

She's my future self;
My future self when
I still loved the
same man for
fifty years.