We made a pinky promise to each other last night that we’d travel New York together when I make my way there someday.
Something tells me that it will come true, and I can’t wait.
I miss this show. I miss those teen years sometimes.
And I wonder if there will ever be a time one day where all these memories and emotions will fade into a vague and blurry chapter of my past, buried somewhere in my memory; where we no longer keep in contact much, save for a chat or an email every now and then. We get on with our lives, and look back on our time together fondly, not erasing each other totally but merely, moving on with the rest of our lives.
And then I wonder what meeting you again would be like. Perhaps bumping into you on the streets, or a serendipitous meeting in a coffee house or something; where that flicker of recognition hits us both and the memories and emotions come flooding back like a tidal wave. We hug and hold on tight to each other because it’s been a long time. It has been a long time.
And I wonder if timing have and would have gotten it right then.