We’ll see each other again. Some day, soon. We’ll sit together, and we’ll drink coffee, and we’ll talk, like we always have, about mundane things, about people, about what wine we’re going to drink later on.
We’ll go for a walk, ambling at a slower pace than usual, because we’re happy to be outside, because we’re happy to be together.
We’ll appreciate every breath that fills our lungs, as we lift our faces to the sun, as we chat, as we bask in being back together, as our faces hurt from smiling.
We’ll promise to see each other again as we part, and we’ll mean it. The date set in stone, the days counting down, a precious moment in time, to be protected at all costs.
It’s so difficult to imagine now, that this will happen. But it will.
It’s so difficult now, to swallow the lumps in our throats, to shake the tightness in our chests.
It’s so difficult now, to connect through screens, to love each other from afar, to dream every night of being somewhere that’s not where you are.
But we have to imagine. We have to believe.
We’ll be together again, some day soon.
Back in the places we love. With the people we love. It will happen. It will.
And we’ll never take it for granted again.
Never, never, never ❤️
