Maybe Someday We’ll Meet Again, Not As Strangers

Maybe someday we’ll meet again.

Not in a rush, not in a crowd, not with a thousand thoughts running in our heads.

Maybe it’ll be somewhere quiet — a small café, a railway station, or under the same sky we once shared.

We might not even recognise each other at first. Time changes faces, but not eyes. Eyes remember — the laughter, the pain, the late-night talks that faded with distance.

Maybe we’ll just smile politely, unsure if it’s really us.

Or maybe the silence between us will speak louder than any words ever could.

I don’t know if we’ll talk about the past — about the moments that slipped away before we could hold them tight. Maybe we won’t need to. Maybe the air will carry enough of our old warmth to say it all.

You’ll tell me about your life — the people, the places, the dreams you chased.

And I’ll tell you how I learned to live without needing to explain myself anymore.

There won’t be any blame, no “what ifs,” no trying to fix what was never broken — just two souls who once crossed paths and left gentle fingerprints on each other’s lives.

And when we part again, it won’t hurt this time.

Because we’ll finally know —

some people aren’t meant to stay,

they’re meant to teach us how to love, how to lose,

and how to find ourselves somewhere in between.

Maybe someday we’ll meet again,

not as strangers,

but as two people who once meant something…

and still do.