I had seen her a really long time ago. That was the only thing that I could force myself to think when I saw her today. Time had brought about the only thing it promised... A Change.. A Change that was like every other of its kind- always ready to lose itself into the only constancy of life, which I'd like to say is a series of Metamorphoses...
It wasn't the glint in her eyes or the frequency of that smile, on genuineness of them both that had changed. It wasn't the way she looked around, as if everything in this world, small or big, mattered.
It was the onset of the first few signs of age... Yet, unlike every other woman, she wore the early gray of her hair with pride.
I didn't dare approach her. I preferred that distant glance. Recognition wasn't going to change anything.