Jiwoon

"Have we met before?" "Jiwoon and I was lover in our past life it was very tragic." I don’t remember that now. All I know is I’m walking down the street, and I see the old temple - the one my heart always pulls me to, even though I don’t know why. Then I see him. Black hair, brown eyes. His name is Jiwoon, I just know it. He’s walking towards the temple too - the same place our past selves always went to meet. When he looks at me, something is off. His hands are a little shaky. My chest feels like it’s full of stones and butterflies at the same time. We walk closer, until we’re right in front of the temple’s big red door. No one says anything. The cars and people around us disappear. Then, at the same time, we look at each other and say: "Have we met before?"