Alignment

I knew it was you. Your eyes are always the same- no matter the color, no matter the size. I find you in all your old haunts. Some things don't change. Even through lifetimes.

How many times will we partake in this dance? You scurry, I chase close behind and grab your hand before you stray too far. I pull you to me and with a single look, it all comes rushing back. Those nights, that day, last year, this century. All these numbers mean so little.

Our star-crossed eyes have met again.

I'll bet you feel this place is familiar.

No, you didn't see it in a dream.

And before you ask (for the seventh time in two millennia)- yes, my dear. I very much believe in fate.