Time Will Tell

It's been years since I last saw you. Years of healing, of moving on, of building a new life. Yet, there you are, standing before me like a ghost from the past. Your presence is as familiar as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the coffee shop.

 

The wind of ages brushed its hand across you. But beneath the new lines, the familiar fire still flickered. That same radiant spark—the very thing that made my heart first turned to you—blazed as brightly as ever. It's like seeing a piece of myself that I'd lost.

 

I remember the pain of our breakup—the way you'd shattered my heart into a million fragments. But as I watched you talk to your friend, that agonizing longing crushes me all over again.

 

My pulse hammered in my ears and a cold sweat slicked my palms when you came over to me. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. But as we started talking, the initial awkwardness began to fade. I told you about my new job and my recent trip to Europe. You talked about your studies and your internship. It was strange how easily the conversation flowed. I thought I’d gotten over you. But seeing you there, sitting at that table, brought back a wave of emotions I thought I’d buried deep. We laughed, and it felt like we'd never been apart. It was like old times. As if the years between us had never existed. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was still something between us.

 

I’m not sure what it means—this unexpected encounter. Maybe it’s just a coincidence. Maybe it was a chance meeting between two people who have moved on with their lives. Or maybe it’s something more. Something that might just lead us back to where we once were. Maybe it’s a sign that things are meant to be. 

 

Only time will tell.

 

And so, as the day drew to a close, I found myself looking forward to the possibility of a new dawn, with you by my side.