Let us stop hoping we can regain what we lost. We can’t. We lost each other a long time ago.
Let us stop pretending we still like each other after the drought. We don’t. Any attempt to scour the vast field will only yield dry bones.
Let us stop trying to measure up to some whimsical standards. For I like who I have become and you’d rather march to the beat of your own drum.
Let us drink to our differences and guard against too much optimism that somehow we could meet at some point.
Our ego is bigger than our history, sentiments and convictions.