It's only if and when we meet

It's amazing.
It always seems like time stood still, since the last time we met, when we meet again.
It's wonderful.
We can always pick up, where we left of, as if our conversation never ended.

It's great.
You always make me smile as soon as you catch my eye, when I walk by or when you walk in.
That familiar smile when we greet does the trick and that happy face can make my day.
It's feels as if we're the best of friends when our paths cross. But it's only by coincidence that we meet. It's always after ages have passed us by, it seems, but I do not mind. I'm pleased to see you again.
'Where's the trip to?'
'What brought you  here today?'
'How are you doing?'
'How nice that everything's okay.'
Even if it's a short moment in time, it always makes me happy when we meet.
And I'm content with the short period we get to spend together. But the time comes again, it always does, that we both go our separate ways.
And I do realize, and it's weird but even hard to accept sometimes that one day this will end. Maybe one day you'll dissapear my fellow traveler and friend.
I know that perhaps some day we'll never meet again. Cause what if life decides to take us on complete different journeys that lead us to complete different places?
Maybe one day we'll lose our role in this act we play. Perhaps you'll leave the stage and who knows, even your memory will fade.
Maybe it's forever or perhaps untill we meet again, by coincidence, somewhere, some day.
It's not a goodbye then, but merely a farewell. I guess I can not tell how things will go. We will know if and untill we find ourselves at the same place, at the same time, somewhere on the busy road we're on, to get where were heading.
And the question remains that if at that point and place in time, when we get the chance, if we will choose to pick up where we left of or choose to simply say hello and be on our way. Maybe our eyes will simply meet and our minds will recall a memory,
 but then again there's the possibility that we will pass each other by like two complete strangers on the street. Two complete strangers, once traveling the same route, that maybe indeed on that point in time will have become of us.