lovers in time, that time that we were happy

It's the place where the lines blurs. Aren’t lovers people who are in love? And in love doesn’t always mean romance. Sometimes it means friends. Sometimes it means you and your pillow. Sometimes it means you and you. Sometimes it means family. And sometimes just. Strangers who lock their eyes for a moment in understands and never see each other and who might even not remember this memory. Or sometimes it’s strangers and remembering that one encounter from years ago and not meeting them again and not knowing them except their smile and that kindness they showed you

Just lovers in time in that time that they were happy and happiness can mean so many things