Before I knew you, I did not know myself. Before I knew you, I thought I knew myself.
I did not know that a stray wind carrying in its fold a faint fragrance from yore, would make my heart miss a beat, stop time and freeze me in its eternal moment. I did not know that a laughter from a stranger would reverberate across an ocean of full of shackled memories, and huge tidal waves of your thoughts, could drown me into eternal grief. I did not know that I will catch myself so often, intensely staring at strangers in red, for red was your favourite colour.
Before I knew you, I thought I had conquered love and were immune to it.
Before I knew you, I was barely human.