Perhaps we shall meet again. Maybe at another time, when you are not so bitter, and I am a little less bold. Maybe we won't apologize for anything but silently agree to call it a truce. Perhaps you will genuinely be happy to see me, and I can make peace with my haunting memories. One day I know it will be possible to drop all that excess baggage and talk again like old friends, reunited after decades, catching up on our lives over some single malt.