Me and you, in terms of an ending (or the next chapter) we’re open-ended, messy and complicated. Yet the world is smaller than it used to seem. It’s a possibility I’ll hold on to.
One day I’d like to see you, say hey and know you’re doing well. I’d like to remain friends, long after the separation and still know what’s up with you (monthly emails maybe?), so that when this day comes, we’ll catch and laugh. I’d like to have no hard feelings b/c I’m happy as I am and I’ll be happy to see you. I’d like you to feel the same. You were a part of this year, a chunk of my life. Maybe you can be a part of it again - as a friend or whatever - further along the story.