Let’s meet again why don’t we? And start like strangers that seem too strange for one another, but still, for some reason, drawn to one another like we used to be, like it was in the beginning. Let’s meet again in a few months and sit across from each other on the subway and seem familiar to one another and stare at each other like we once knew one another from some other life time ago (even though your fingerprints will always be in my skin). Let’s meet again and lay on a frozen lake or in an overgrown meadow or with the cool sand underneath our feet or inside the cave of our sheets and spill secrets like we’ve never told them to anyone before. Let’s meet again and pretend it can work again, like we never knew it would for that little while, and expect things to fall softly into place and love like we never thought our hearts would ever break.
{À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible}:
that’d be nice someday.