He Is Memory

I bumped into a guy - his eyes are ocean blue that I cannot swim into. I dreamt of a guy - his hair is black as his shadow shows. I am seeing that guy, with my own eyes, and I cannot deny the feeling of sunny sunshine. I can see him glancing. As my best friend says, he likes you more than you do. 

Yes, I have a crush on him. I mean, who wouldn't? If it wasn't of how he present himself as a rebel, I would gladly be a friend. But then, I'm afraid he might bite me out of his fright! It started when I had a dream, so vivid that I can't be so sure if it was - I saw a guy holding the pocket of his cloak, he was deeply looking at me, as if he yearns for me - as if he knows every twinge of my bones - and in the morning when I woke up, it's like he popped out of my head and started to walk past me, with the same as what he was doing in my dream.

His name is Daniel. Nobody knew of how vivid my dreams are of him - it's like in every century, I get to see him in another lifetime; I get to see him in another persona. And as startled as I am, he was looking for me after all those stares and glances, after all those years of sneaky stares and stolen glances. I was frightened but I remembered he was always calling me some name... some familiar name that I, myself, never knew how I became so familiar of it. He always call me Sophia. What is it in her name that he can't say mine?

I am Lucy - you always see me in these chapters from different centuries, from different cities, from the same perspective. The kind of perspective where Daniel has loved me all of his life and lifetime. I was the Sophia he always calls, I was the Constance he first confessed to, I am the Lucy who was once Constance, who was once Sophia. I am the girl who reincarnates and Daniel is the guy who remembers them all. I am in Ann Brashares' novel, My Name Is Memory.