someday,
we will talk about all these over a cup of tea,
then i would probably spill out that i always thought we were meant to be
i would tell you about all the nights i spent
all the texts i almost sent
to you.
i would still be shaking
because i don't think the nervousness will ever go away
when i am with you
i would tell you about the times
i wondered if you meant what you said
or it was just another thing, misread
i would tell you about the times i actually thought that they were signs
and you would say
those were just unthought lines
or white lies
and you didn't mean anything
apart from being a friend
to me
or you would say you felt something, too
and thought you knew
what to do
we would reminisce and laugh about all these
over the cup of tea
as if breaking our hearts
was funnier than all the jokes you ever cracked
and deep down
I will wish if we could start all over again.
