Maybe we will meet again.
Maybe I will see your mahogany eyes with specks of ash like twinkling stars on a clear night, again.
Maybe I will see you lips twitch up in a smile again.
Maybe I will see that one single cavern deepen in your cheek again.
Maybe I will see your nose flare up, smelling the coffee in the air, again.
Maybe, one day we'll meet again.
Maybe we'll meet in the coffee shop I had been avoiding for so long because it reminds me too much and I want to forget too much.
Maybe I'll see you first and duck under the first table I see to avoid you spotting me.
Maybe you'll still see me and wave me over.
Maybe I'll force a smile and walk up to you all the while mumbling an excuse to explain my sudden acrobatics in the middle of a coffee shop.
Maybe you'll ask me to sit with you for old times' sake.
Maybe we will have a cup of coffee together.
Maybe I will fall for you again.
Maybe we will make it up to each other.
Maybe, and just maybe, we will have another chance.
Maybe.
Or, maybe not.

-Arpita M.

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Hey guys. I'm back to good old prose. I know, I write a lot about failed relationships and stuff but I like watching y'all suffer (insert sadistic laughter). Jokes apart, let me know what you think. You can also drop in suggestions about what I should write on next, in the comments. I kinda am having a writer's block rn.
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