real.

If we were to be the lucky ones,

despite the distance, and the time frame

of then, now, soon, to the day we meet again for the first time in so long,

over all the changes, of how much we have grown and learnt so much from,

in all our differences and all that is different,

I am still the same even in this silence, 

while you are who you are to me even with the modifications,

and us, I, you, us, we, still feel what we felt.

What we felt, we still feel,

what we always have had.

Could we be real?

-riri-