We'll look at each other, without any expectations but with a sort of excitement.
No, I won't go for a hug, I'll go for a handshake with a sense of eternal bliss.
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We'll talk without any hesitation, keeping a pocket full of regrets in one hand and a sack full of satisfactions in other.
Our eyes will no longer beg for apologies, but will definitely capture the most unexpected but not disappointing moments.
You will be telling me about your accomplished dreams and I'll be narrating my success and failure stories.
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You will no longer be a short-tempered person but I will definitely be an angry short girl.
You'll offer me a coffee but I'll agree on tea, and at last, both of us will agree on a cup of tea, as everyone knows, how dominating I am.
You will pour a tablespoon of sugar and I will pour two tablespoons of sugar and 2 tablespoons of memories together.
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On that day, my taunts will look like a joke. A joke that acts as savage for everyone and makes everyone happy.
I will tell you, how unhappy and alone I was at that time, how I used to cry at nights, how stalking your Instagram profile became my unpaid job, how seeing you online, but not typing killed me every second.
But no no, don't take it as a comment, this is all about a phase. A phase that passed after some months.
And I thoroughly enjoyed that phase.
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I will tell you about my :
new pens in my old collection,
Failed concerts but successful meetups,
day by day achievements and rejections,
diet plans that included everything that leads to gaining extra calories,
new favorite speakers and crushes.
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And then while paying the bill, I will keep my cash over your debit card. Which will definitely not show my feminist side or self-dependency factor, but will denote both of us equal.
And while putting your debit card in your wallet, I will notice a passport-sized pic.
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