Maybe someday , we will meet again. Somewhere in a pub, where the both of us would be dancing to the beats, ignoring the beats in our hearts . We would glance at each other and would go on a trip down memory lane for a second , only to brush it aside and resume the madness. In the lights of blue , we would forget the blue in our hearts,but the red in our eyes would disagree . Maybe you would quit the dancing and would go the bar and I would follow you there, ditching and evading the sights of our significant others. Maybe they won’t ever matter to us as much as we did. At the bar, i would still know your kick and order two glasses of VAT 69.Maybe for a night , we would forget what we did to each other and only remember what we felt for each other. Maybe I would still drool over your dimples, and you would still fall for my words and epithets , they get better with the wine, don’t they? Maybe you would look at me and give me the coy glance and I would still know what it means. And for one night, maybe we would have our little escapade and would feel the thrill that would be reminiscent of a the times we had each other in every sense. After all , we feel in love over days, over arguments, over kisses , not by a right swipe. Maybe you would be my shore , the others some unnamed islands. But it’s all a long story conjectured by maybes. Maybe when we would first glance at each other, we would look the other way , kiss our dates and get high on music.