Maybe one day you'll turn around and we'll talk about people that we have in common and the places that we've both seen and we'll laugh and smile and blush and at the end of it forget to exchange phone numbers or even names, but I'll smile at you in the halls and years later I still won't forget the first time you smiled just for me.
Or maybe that conversation will lead to more. Maybe we'll kiss in the hallways and wear matching jumpers and be the couple everyone hates to love. Maybe we'll forgive each other everything but the years we were apart, and we'll work to make up for it, every picture in a yearbook I know we don't really have.
Maybe we'll meet one day again as strangers in a bar or a club and we'll have anonymous sex that means nothing but now and good and sweat, and I'll make you come and you'll make me scream and I'll compare every one night stand for the rest of my life to you without knowing it, and I'll wank to the memories for years, to the single night when you made me yours.
Maybe we'll grow up together and we'll move in together and I'll burn the pasta and you'll make perfect sauce that we don't have anything to eat with, and we'll eat bread dipped in sauce and the wine that I've saved and we'll both get safely drunk and giggle together in front of the fire.
Maybe we'll get married--who knows? Maybe we'll be the young lovers, the success story, the ones whose love goes down in time. Maybe we'll be invincible, we'll be immortal, maybe we'll be perfectly in love. Maybe we'll be the best the world has seen. Maybe I love you will be the first words that we say in the morning and the last words at night, and secretly every word in between. Maybe that will be us. Maybe maybe maybe we can have the love that every person has dreamed of having.
You just have to turn around first.