A CHANCE ENCOUNTER
Sometimes life gives us these moments—not to test us, but to show us how much we’ve grown. Seeing him again didn’t break me. It didn’t shake me. It reminded me that healing isn’t loud. It’s quiet. It’s walking away with grace. It’s choosing yourself, again and again. I saw my ex along the street, Hoped our eyes would never meet. Causeway Bay was loud and bright, But my heart sank out of sight. I looked away, kept walking fast, Trying to leave behind the past. But then I heard a voice so clear “Hello, Mari. How are you, dear?” I turned around, my heart a race, He wore that same familiar face. A smile with mischief in his eyes, The kind that once had felt like skies. He was the manager, sharp and proud, I was his secretary, hates in the crowd. Coffee breaks and stolen glances, Late-night talks and risky chances. ...