I constantly catch myself wondering if our conversations will one day seize to exist.
That, one day we will have nothing to share, nothing to tell and nothing to hear.
That, one day we will once again become the strangers we were a long time ago.
It does not bother me that we will never evolve into something more.
It does not bother me that we will never get to hold each other as we grow.
It does not bother me that we will never be able to express our feelings in those varied overrated words.
But, I live in fear that our conversations might dissipate in the vast space of oblivion. That bothers me.
And yet I believe that someday, in a small café or a dingy bar, in an unventured land we might accidentally bump into each other and begin again.