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I met my younger self for coffee.
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I met my younger self for coffee today.
She gave me a thousand excuses, but in the end, I convinced her to come.
She arrived ten minutes early. I was a few minutes late, I’d learned by now that no one really arrives on time anyway.
She ordered something chocolate; I got an iced latte, my usual.
She sat across from me, quiet, hesitant. Eyes fixed on the table, fingers tracing patterns on the cup.
It took a while for her to grow comfortable with me. I let the silence settle before slowly coaxing her into conversation.
She told me she wanted to be a teacher when she grew up.
I smiled but said nothing.
She asked me what I wanted to be.
I only shrugged.
Her eyes lit up when she asked about college.
“Is it fun? Like in the movies?”
I hesitated, then said, “Not really, but at least we made new memories.”
She laughed, telling me stories of playing and fighting with her younger brother.
I only smiled, I didn’t have the heart to tell her we don’t talk anymore.
That it’s been years.
