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Would we talk or be quiet? Would you tell me about your life? About the things you’ve done. The people you’ve met. The friends you’ve lost. Would you say that it has been so long?
Would you ask about my life? Would you say you always thought I would get into writing? That when I was a kid, I wrote story after story. That you always got me two notebooks for my birthday, because one wasn’t gonna last me the whole year. Would you be proud of what I do?
Would you tell me you still use the lighter that I gave you ten years ago? And would we laugh, because I was a child, and had to beg the girl at the checkout to let me buy it, because it was a present.
Would it be awkward, or not at all? Would other people know that we hadn’t seen each other for ages. Could they tell? Would this be a breakthrough? The start of something that I had always wanted, but never dared to hope for?
If we were having coffee, would you answer some of my questions? And would you ask me some as well? Would we get another cup because there is so much more to talk about?
If we were having coffee, would you want to get to know me?