Hello, how are you
It’s so typical of me to talk about myself I’m sorry
I hope that you’re well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened
“Hello.” She takes a seat opposite him. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” He replies with a gentle smile that once upon a time made her world. “How about you?”
It feels surreal to her as the basic curtsies are exchanged. Never would she have imagined that they would have bumped into each other earlier or that he would even suggest for them to catch up over a coffee when they are both done with Christmas shopping. So here she is, joining him at a nearby café.
“Do you still do a lot of overtime?” His gentle tone is still as comforting as ever.
“Not as often. How is your business going?”
A simple conversation with no reminders of their shared past. Time can heal a wound and time, as she realises now, has allowed her to put aside the ugliness and remember the happier moments. They laugh, they joke like two old friends.
“Maybe we should meet again for a coffee again.”
“Yes. After the New Year would be good.”
They both know another coffee session would probably not take place, not unless they bump into each other again. This is, perhaps, the closure that they both wanted after their nasty last fight.
A proper goodbye.