May We Meet Again Novels & Stories

I need tо see hеr again. Wе’vе been mееtіng fоr соffее аnd lunсh for the last fеw mоnthѕ. Just gеttіng to knоw each оthеr. It feels so right, and аt the same time, there аrе ѕо mаnу bаrrіеrѕ іn our way. We’ve agreed mоrе than once nоt tо mееt аgаіn, out оf respect for Blаkе, but the соnnесtіоn bеtwееn us is undеnіаblе.

“They want to collaborate with you again! They said the first shoot was a huge success and they’d love to set up a meeting. Are you in?” “Yes! Absolutely!” I jump, my joy palpable. “When do they want to meet?” Maira scrolls through her notes and replies, “Friday at the café downtown. What do you think?” “Perfect! I haven’t seen them since the last shoot. This is such a great opportunity!” I clap my hands together in excitement. Maira raises an eyebrow, teasingly. “I could come along for moral support if you want. You know, in case you get nervous.” “Definitely! I need you there,” I admit, laughing lightly. “You know I get tongue-tied with big meetings.”

Will definitely meet again. ***

Someday, hopefully, we'll meet again. ***

We were going to meet again soon. To be continued…!

“You dropped this.” Our eyes meet again. This time, I don’t run. Not yet.

Thinking she had misheard, she asked again, "What did you say?" "I said, I won't propose to you again. And I won't marry you."

I grinned as we reached the stream where we had met. "You're quite bearable." He mumbled. "Bearable? I'm fun, and you know it." "You didn't keep your promise. I didn't see anything inspiring. Maybe we can try again another day." "Eh... I'm not sure." I mumbled. The thought of it was exciting, but what was the chance I would ever meet him again? Today was just pure luck. I didn't own a phone that I could use to call him and unfortunately, I wasn’t psychic.

I was already losing mental clarity. I hugged Oliver fiercely, pressing my head to his heart. "Oli, do you remember what we said before? We said that we wanted to get married in Slovegia and that we wanted to see the northern lights. Well, we're here now…" Even I wasn't sure what I'd said after that. Only when Oliver started calling my name over and over again did I finally see his face clearly. He was such an ugly crier. I asked Oliver to find me some alcohol, telling him that I wanted to drink.