What if we could casually meet someday in the middle of the city at one of those outdoor tables for two under bright red umbrellas? I'd have a lot to tell you and am sure I wouldn't be able to say everything I wanted and needed you to know, because the day would soon become evening. But we could stay just a little bit longer because everything is perfect for just a chance meeting to happen and there are no others waiting for their turn at our table. Perhaps we could continue our little talk at home, because it's still your home, too. And indoors I wouldn't feel self-conscious if you saw tears forming in my eyes having had met after a long, long time apart from each other, and it would be like we never had parted at all.