Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

About 2 years ago, I held a misunderstanding, with the one whose name is like mine. We didn’t speak for months, barely said hello or good bye. Then we met again, just as the sun turned around the earth, in a place where I once rested my  head. We met to remember just how we began near Goat hunters on Allen Avenue. Then it was like nothing ever happened, not what we missed or understood or whatever made us to forget to say hello or goodbye. I know we held our misunderstanding once. But truly, we were like two birds that followed two separate paths knowing our paths would cross once more like the flight of common birds across the skies. If we could get over this, nothing could get in our way. It’s been one year. Nothing is in our way. Keep those who understand you!