I imagine a fountain deep enough to hold all my wishes.
For each love that turned to distance, I would toss a coin.
Not to erase them, but to meet them again, fresh, unbruised, unshadowed by what we could not carry.
We would see each other the way strangers do, eyes soft, questions rising, warmth flickering between us like the first spark of a fire.
Hours of talk, the kind where time slips away. Then one kiss, so true it tells us everything.
From there, we would walk into a place untouched by regret. A place without the words we wish we had not said, without the things we cannot undo.
Only newness.
Only discovery.
It would feel like two people learning love after a long season of solitude.
And maybe it would feel like forever, starting again.