Maybe we will meet someday after a long time in a different city or in a different country. Maybe we’ll break into each other and with a smile say ‘hello’. Maybe we’ll plan to go out for dinner and I’ll try to look my best for it. Maybe we’ll start with some wine and talk about the usual stuff like our jobs and lives. Soon, we’ll go to the main course and find ourselves talking about old times. Maybe, we will start laughing, remembering those old days and how stupid we used to be. I’ll let my walls down and go back to the thirteen year old me.

Our talks will go on like a melody and even after years it will be a wonder how easily we could connect with each other. Maybe we will start laughing about something that we did years ago and we’ll laugh for quite some time. Suddenly, a contending silent would fall upon us and we would just smile and stare at each other, thinking about our old lives and why we never called each other after that party.

Sweet, slow music would be going on and you’d ask me for dance. Maybe I would maintain some distance at first but as the music would go by….I would’ve come closer to you just like I did when I was thirteen. Soon, we would be dancing , our eyes lost in each others and we’ll just forget about everything and just dance. It would be like time hasn’t gone by. We’ll look at each other and would try to remember how we looked at those times, wearing school uniform.

Suddenly, a phone would ring….disturbing the soothing silence. It would be one of your friend’s phone. You’ll excuse yourself and go out. I would sit back and stare at the window and, suddenly, all those sour memories would rush back to me. I will realize that I would be falling for you all over again, that I was breaking my vow of never letting you in.

You will still be the same person I stopped talking to when I was thirteen and I’ll still be the same person who suffered instead of you. Maybe, I would remember that you have always been the popular kind of guy, who was a friend to everyone and I was that girl who had few friends but loved them more than anything. Maybe,I would realize my insecurity and would know that neither are you going to change and nor am I. Time would have changed, place would have changed but the situation would be the same.

Soon, you’ll come back and apologize for the delay and I’ll pretend like I didn’t care at all. Maybe, I would tell you that it was getting late and I have to sleep as to wake up early the next day. Maybe you’ll insist me to stay but I’ll gently deny and leave as soon as I could. Maybe, we’ll hug while leaving and the hug will last for only a few seconds but I’ll wish that it would last forever. We’ll both take cabs and go our separate ways, pretty much knowing that we will never meet again and yet, this time again,I’ll be the one leaving with a broken heart. You’ll be busy with your millions of friends the next day or maybe you’ll miss me but won’t show as I didn’t.

Maybe, after reaching home, I’ll start to listen some sad songs which I hate but can never resist. Maybe, I’ll ponder over those old  memories  for a while. And the next day, we both will be busy with our lives and that dinner will be locked in that box of old memories that are opened only on a restless, lonely night.


21 thoughts on “Maybe

  1. Other than grammatical mistakes, the point you’re trying to prove is pretty evident, it is well thought out and hopefully, if you want to build on it, remember that if you’re happy with it, anything said other than constructive can be just futile, saying that, this was nicely written.

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  2. I really like this, especially the parallel syntax you used with the repetition of “maybe,” as it gives the story a nice flow and makes it seem almost dreamlike, perfect for the subject. The content itself is interesting, full of “what ifs” and reflections on the past unique to you. I really love it and look forward to reading more of your work.

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  3. Keep writing. I started writing when I was thirteen. You have a gift for evoking emotion. Now you just have to write write write. The craft comes as you get more words on pages and hone your voice and style.

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  4. I love this piece. You’ve captured the essence of human behaviour pretty well here. I love the detail. I could literally see myself at that dinner, things unfolding with that old popular boyfriend exactly as you wrote. That attention to emotion and the “little” things that evoke them is a gift. Thanks for sharing this. Seems to have come from a very genuine place. Blessings (and thanks for the like),

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  5. Hey, I really like the content of your post. The story is clear and relatable, and the repetition of “maybe” creates an interesting rhythm. That said, I would like to see a bit closer attention to grammatical details and readability. At times, some of the word order and grammatical errors throw off the reading and I had to reread sentences to understand what they were actually trying to say. I highly recommend reading it out loud. If it feels weird when you are reading it out loud, it will feel weird to others reading it, and your work will come out much more cleanly. That said, everybody makes these mistakes (myself included) and what matters is that your content is good (the rest will come with time). Keep it up! 🙂

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