And maybe after this we’ll never see each other again. And maybe we will. And maybe I’ll meet up with you again in ten years. Or maybe twenty. And maybe you’ll still be single. Or married. And maybe I’ll be as well. And maybe you’ll ask me if I want to go for coffee. And maybe I will. Or maybe I won’t because it could bring up old feelings again. But for now, I’m not gonna worry about the maybes or the what-ifs; I’m just going to continue living my life the best way I can.