Maybe years from now I’ll see you again. By the time i will almost have forgotten what i feel for you… Maybe we’ll meet at the train station, and we’ll catch up and realize that there is barely a way we could see each other more often. We met through a sheer, incredible set of coincidences. Then, at some point I’ll say something stupid, and you’ll laugh at me and I’ll see your smile. And it will seem like no time has passed at all when all the feelings suddenly come flooding back, and I’ll realize once again, for the thousandth time, that I love you. I may even say “oh, fuck”, or something like that. You may or may not ask me about it, cause you know i din’t always control the words that come out. Maybe, if i’m feeling brave, i’ll invite you to eat something with me, even if it’s just greasy german fast food. I’d never tell you though. Or maybe i will. I’ll tell you I love you when you’re leaving on the train, so that you can’t come back to tell me if you do too. I am a coward and an asshole, who avoids responsability. Telling you so late would be downright cruel, wouldn’t it? Especially if you liked me back.

But it’s ok, cause you don’t. You never did. I just embarassed myself, without hurting you. I’m glad. May we never meet again.