Being someone’s Zahir

Zahir is something that, once touched or seen, is never forgotten, and will occupy our mind until it leads to madness.

A few years ago, me and my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend), agree we have to read more, and we found out we have choose books from the same writer, Paulo Coelho, I don’t remember her book, but I remember mine, it was Zahir, and I remember tell her, You are my Zahir, and now, few years in the future, I have absolutely sure, she is.

Every day everything I do, I remember her, Oh boy, this is her perfume, or, Oh boy, her home smell like this, or, This was the first thing we did.

You probably know what I’m talking about, if not, you’ll know soon (or later), but everyone have their own Zahir, we just don’t know when.

Maybe this is the universe telling us we aren’t ready for love, maybe he is telling us, we have to call our Zahir, telling her (or him), maybe drink a cup of coffee or maybe, the universe is telling us, we need to life our life and we and our Zahir will be in different paths and one day this paths will connect…or maybe, this is only or subconscious playing with us and what we need is our bed.