We will meet for the first time today.
It’s been about 4 years of knowing you,
From talking about how my favorite artist is better than yours, our conversation has blossomed into something so much more. Sometimes I think you know me better than I do.
But this is the first time we are actually meeting
I remember how you became my confidant because I knew you aren’t going to judge me
You don’t even know me personally
After years of talking I ll finally see you.
Such a random decision but we were both ready for it.
I don’t remember how we started talking
I am nervous now and it’s taking a toll over me
I start to scroll through our chats
But I also know you are well aware of the fact that I don’t remember any of it now, and you couldn’t care less.
If I know you well you would be concerned about how Mr. Trump’s impeachment papers were sent late to the Senate.
It’s funny that I know how you would start our conversation. How you would scan the entire menu thrice before deciding on Biryani…
“I want to be sure of my options, “you would say
I get into the cab and think to myself what am I doing meeting with a stranger at an odd hour .. what if he isn’t what I thought him to be… I don’t want to lose him.
But you aren’t much of a stranger or are you?
