And we met. After a long time.
And we hugged hesitantly. Melting into a warm embrace.
And we drank. Not so much, actually.
And we talked. Quite a bit, actually.
And the hours flew by. As time does.
And we parted. Going our own way.
Why can’t we meet everyday?
Talk. Drink. Joke. Flirt.
Cuddle. Make love.
Make love again.
And be one for a lifetime?
Why couldn’t fate have kept us together?