A day

I think of you sometimes. But not sometimes, but yeah a lot of times. I wonder what we'll become once we get older. What if one day we, me and you, meet on a juice shop and you're buying that strawberry drink while i always buy the chocolate one and then we'll look around to recognize that teenage voice and find each other standing side by side, holding out hands for the juice glass and the vendor will remember that its another story of love from the past.

Then I'll get super shy and look away from you and then we'll sit around on a desk and get silent for a minute or two. Then you'll look at me and ask how I've been and I'll tell you that its all been fine, looking in your eyes which are still like a little brown, like mine, shining in the dark when you're back is on the sun. Your hairs will glow from that evening light and I'll be taken back to the time when I saw this same glow on your face when the translucent headboards above lightened up your face.
You'll then take a look at me and ask if I've been in a relation recently and I'll say with a scorn face and a heavy voice, changed from the sweet and shy one of before, and darkly and madly and possessively with a ton of self love say "NO!" and you'll laugh and this will be the very first time I'll be able to clearly hear your laugh.

Actually this will be the first time when we'll talk to each other, sitting together, under the evening sky on a bench which has hold of so many sweetnothings of so many people living in this town. The sky will set lower and the clouds will form above, clear white mixed with a damn full of colors which have a different new shades of them every single time. You'll not look up because you don't like to stare at the sky but I'll do and I'll stare at it like I'm staring at you.

 
We'll not talk to each other till our juices are gone and I'll get a little bit embarrassed on the slurpy sound from my straw at the end. Then we'll give the glasses back and pay for it ourselves. Then we'll just stand in an awkward way for a second. You'll run your hands through your hair in an indecisive manner and I'll definitely look away from you because I still can't show you the smile I get from your nearness to me. This closeness will soon kill me, breaking me to say that "i hope you're doing okay" and you'll hum in a good manner which almost feels lost. Then we'll both start to move apart growing closer to our own different ways and after shifting or sliding our foots on the floor, indicating that we both are about to leave, we'll look at each other for that final look and say okay bye. And I'll wave like I always do and you'll wave that slight and gentle hand of yours.

 
And we'll continue to meet like this at some points where we don't expect each other, sharing nothing but just sweetnothings. Just closeness, just presence, just a mug of juice, and just a silent love.