Coke Float

I wonder what words would I say to you if ever you're here in front of me - when the time comes that we would actually meet again after all this time, and what would you say to me. As we sip our favorite drink, I imagine what would we talk about, unless we would be so dumbfounded when we finally see each other that we can't even try to speak. Or will we just say our usual "hello's" and "how are you's". I imagine you smiling, those smiles that I haven't seen for so long. I wonder how will it feel to look at you in the eye, while in the back of my mind I'll be thinking of you as someone that I used to devote my life with.

I wonder if we would talk about the good old times, of what we had before, those crazy antics and experiences, of the places we've been, of the people we met and knew, of the plans we used to be fond of, and even about how we went crazy, spreading ketchup on both our faces with fries...and I wonder how would it feel to laugh and talk about these things again. I wonder if we would give each other a look in the eye, asking why things will never be the same again.

Sadly, we won't be able to talk about these things. Someone will be waiting for you outside, and you will need to leave as he is waiting anxiously. Time was never really on our side ever since, so why should we protest. I wonder the "sorry's" we would say to each other, and finally wishing each other the best in life. I imagine you leave, never looking back.

And as I make my last sip from my almost empty drink, I look beyond the glass pane and assured myself of one thing : there are other drinks out there worthy of my time.