“I can’t forget how we grew up together and then got separated. And today, it is a coincidence that we could meet.”
“It is indeed.” He gave her a brilliant smile.
“You still smile the same,” she shyly commented.
“And you are still the same.”
They shared a quick kiss which was delayed for years.
“And you remember when you visited me at 1 in the night and tried to hide inside my baby piano when my parents came up hearing your loud voice?”
“Yes. And I remember why I visited you.”
They held hands, past memories flooding their minds.
Copyright- John Nixon
* Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.
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