It takes a moment to adapt my reflection in his life.
The reflection is still there.
I'm reflecting my life in his life.
It's not just a reflection of life.
It reflects my inner-self like a dolly sees herself reflect on a barbie doll.
It is the same reflection.
No dimensions between the refletion.
No obstacles during the reflection of itself.
The reflection remains in a moment.
The moment that I would not ever forget because the reflection only comes once in a blue moon.
Unless the reflection and a blue moon are willing to reflect each others.
Like my reflection in his life.

LX 150 Vespa.
my own S.E MyVi.