I hope we do(n’t) meet again.

I hope I run into you again 

If not in this life , then in the next one 

I wonder if our faces will recognize the other even with changes 

I wonder if our quirks will still mix effortlessly 

I wonder if I’d fall but this time you’d catch me 



I wonder all these things! 

On a 10 am flight back to where we met 

Ironically the city didn’t use to remind me of you 

But then we repainted it with our story 

Anecdotally you held me as I crumbled 

I was so unaware  of how to fit into a world so big 

Though you had your issues (I did too) you did make sure I would never forget how truly special it was for me to exist 

And although you always felt so close yet so far it’s this precise reason that I hope one day we run into one another in some random city in an even more random bar…years down the line 


I hope I leave too flustered to speak 

I hope you follow me. 


I hope you look at me the way you did when we first met and everyday until we said bye that November in 2024


I hope in that moment we both know it’s the start of a whole new love story. 


One more fruitful.

Because if I’m being truthful, right now it feels so unfinished. I hope one day you hear this:


Aquarius I forgive you not in spite of our differences but because of them..

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