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.