How beautiful the life would be if one day we shall bump into each other in a different city, a different world, a different universe, and start talking about those good old days, our good old days. Before even realizing, hours will pass and table will stack with empty cups of coffee and a deserted ash-trey, so we'll stand up, find our phones, exchange numbers and hug each other, promising and hoping to do all of this again. But our life will never bring us to that corner again. And after a long long time, while swiping through old photos, that day will flash in our memory, and we will smile.
Oh! How beautiful the life would be.