Seven years

I think I recall quite clearly the last time we met was at WX's 21st birthday. We bidded goodbye at the bus stop. The walk to the bus stop was a long one... and then we never met again.

Before today, I had rehearsed in my head many times how I would react if we were to meet again, ever.

Fate has never been exceptionally kind to me... until today.

I watched him walk past me, myself in a state of shock. Surprise. Whatever you call that.
By the time I recovered, he was gone.

I waited. Made a few rounds. Waited again for a miracle. Nope it did not happen. I was just stupid to have let fate slip by when it tried to take place.

Actually I really wanted to just ask, how are you?

Maybe we should really learn to let go, so that those we have missed can really become part of our memory.