Maybe one day, in ten years from now, we'll accidentally meet at a coffee shop downtown in the city we both love and we'll talk about our lives and the weather and fill each other in on the missing years. And maybe we'll laugh and talk about the past, and I'll pretend it doesn't still sting to hear your voice. And maybe, just maybe, we'll meet again 10 years after that and I'll have finally erased the memory of you off my lips.