Of Hopes And Maybe

To,

The long distance (best) friend,

I had never thought that a mere distance of 8 hours, 29 minutes and 16 seconds would make us break our promises. The promises to be together 'forever'. It seems a small 7 letter word which means a lifetime of togetherness but our friendship was even less than the 7 letter word.

When you left the city, you promised no one would replace me in your life. And maybe no one did but now when I am left with just the thought of your memories, I wonder who took our place in each other's life... Ego. Yes. Maybe. Maybe our promises were made with the 'crossed' fingers.

The other day, when I found you calling someone else your best friend, I got devastated. You had made me so. Because you didn't want to share me with anyone and now, I am replaced by a person you met 3 months before. I vividly remember the way you had reacted when someone called me by the same name you did, I was cautious that it did not happen again. But now you don't use that name anymore so can other people use it? I think they can.

From the best friends, we turned mere acquaintances who now even don't say a 'hello'. I don't blame you. I never will; because to leave a person, you need to know them well and you knew me too well to leave me.

Relationships are like a magnet. They remain afar when they are not connected. But once they come close, they will be attracted to each other. Maybe one day we meet and connect.

Maybe. Maybe is hope. Hope that you might come back. Hope that 8 hours, 29 minutes and 16 seconds can reduce to a forever. Hope that the stars somewhere might be planning our reunion.

Yours,

Still living in a maybe...