Maybe we will meet again someday, years later, 10, 15, 20. I won’t know you then nor will you recognize me. I’ll find you older, you’ll find me wiser but beautiful as ever. We will frequent a nearby coffee shop. Giggle like teens while sipping our latte. Look deep into each other’s eyes while we talk. We’ll walk under falling winter leaves, holding each other. We’ll write our names on sand and watch as the waves carry them to the farthest end of ocean. We will sketch our dreams on the new fog settled on the window pane. We will watch the storm rage outside while our bodies find peace wrapped around. We will search for constellations under a starry sky and find shapes in clouds. We will take long rides to paths unknown and get back rich with new tales to tell. We’ll reveal our deepest fears and darkest secrets bringing out the worst in us. We’ll soothe our insecurities together and make way for love as never before. Then one day you will tell me what you never told the brown eyed girl you loved and lost and I’ll tell you what I never told the cheeky smiled boy I always knew was mine. And that day once best friends will fall in love not knowing they were always meant to be.