That night like many others, I just wanted you there. I wanted to cry but only in your presence and when you just sat there silent but staring, i knew. maybe in 2, 4, or even 10 years we'll meet again. maybe by then we'll both be married with kids and just happen to see each other in passing at an airport. Maybe i'll even have the courage to go say hi. but by then i think we'll both know its too late. And maybe that is the story writing itself through the absence of each other. Maybe the book finishes with us each having a life of our own because what could have been was narrowly missed and all that is to be left is what is. TR
