maybe one day we will run into each other. in a coffee shop or grocery store. or in a bookshop. idk. somewhere. years from now. when we live diff lifes and and exist only in each others past. you will ask me how i have been and ill tell you about my new job. idk im just saying. we will make small talk about the weather as if we care what the clouds do. i will ask about your family and you will tell me they are doing fine. we will shift uncomfortably under the weight of our past catching up with us. your eyes will search for answers in mine to questions that should of been asked years ago. so why didnt u asked me years ago?