The randomness of Timing

On a random evening at 930 in July, you texted me.

After two years of our parting our ways.

You said you were crossing the border, in ten minutes, and you wanted to come over.  Just like that.

I thought: It'd be nice if you said: I'm in town. Can I meet you for dinner?

As I was pondering on your strange text, a whole string of other thoughts rushed in --

Unhappy moments. Loneliness. Sadness. Tears. And more.

You never understood me. And I don't understand you.

I didn't text you until the next day. I wrote: I don't want to see you anymore.


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On a random morning at 430 in August, I emailed you.

I told you I was thinking about you.

You replied saying you're not ready. And you told me again about all your unhappy past relationships, one by one.

Since I wrote you, you decided to walk away. You stopped doing all the things you used to do.

Warm toasts in the morning, and shared lunches.

An unexpected text to say a Japanese movie was on TV.

Instant answers to my messages.

Funny conversations on MSN during the day.

Frequent visits to my desk with your lovely smile.

Always sitting next to me on the bus home.

Listening to your or my favourite music together.

You said: Everything is about timing in life.

I agree. But, timing is in our hands. Everything, in the end, is a decision we make.

In your leaving me today, you could've missed me tomorrow and forever.

When you look back in a year's time, and think about me, you'd say to yourself: Timing, is everything.

Love is now or never.