We will meet at another time perhaps, in another city or on an another continent perhaps. Ten years from now I'll be walking by a market and might see you in a flower shop in Florence. Lurking your hands through violets and cosmos to find something as beautiful as you for your garden. We bump into each other. I take a moment to confirm whether it's you or not. You seem pleasantly surprised. I stare at you, get a glimpse at your sleep deprived eyes and start to wonder what is keeping you awake at nights. You feel a bit shy and look away but only for a moment though, for some reason you can't take your eyes off me either.. May be there was regret in your eyes or a relief that you couldn't hold on to me just like he couldn't hold on to you.. We exchanged pleasantries, imbibed menial small talks but the same question ligered at back of our mind. Should we go back to our requem of feelings ,or shut all the funny feelings bubbling up inside? 'What would be more mature? That wasn't what the butterflies in my stomach were telling me. What were we supposed to make of this collision? Mutual retaliation or the same old one sided putrefaction? 'Does he still feels the same?' she wondered, or 'Did he forget about me cause he was never good at history". We were both famished, we were both thirsty for what we couldn't have and for what we couldn't get. Would it be wise to give it one more try? All these thoughts galloping inside us I saw her calming down and asking me would you like something to eat? Now, how can you say no to that?? No to something that you wanted all your life, no to someone who wants to be with you. I said yes(obviously!! What gave you away right.).She had flowers and groceries, I asked to hold them she obliged and held on to my arm isntead.'There much warmer' she thought to herslf.. We went to a place she suggested. Nothing fancy but amusingly romantic.. We sat there for hours, catching up on life, art, pets and exes till we were almost outta time.. I walked her to her abode and realised she doesn't live far away from my place.. She started walking up the stairs, I was walking away slowly.. Call me romatic, think I'm crazy, I ran upto her and shouted "Hey, can we see eachother again", an familiar voice replied "Yeah, tomorrow may be"..
