runnin into rina

i didn't really run into rina. we had planned to meet. it's been eons. i can't even remember when was the last time we had met.

things have changed so so much. coffee used to be an excuse to spend hours mulling over life. meticulously labouring our every inner thought. we still do, perhaps not so meticulously, and certainly not over hours. minutes perhaps. lucky if we make an hour or two.

we haven't changed much i think. Rina is still the lovely dreamer that she is. a light spirited soul. sometimes i feel that her spirit is trapped in the physical. that she's meant to float by weightlessly. lightly. with nothing weighing her down.

between the two of us...i think i've altered more. have i forgotten how to dream endlessly and aimelessly? i can't seem to tell. i'm contented. i know. but i've forgotten how idealistically optimistic i was. it seems foolish now. but i remember when it meant everything to me.

peter pan. tell me whether what you know is true?