Maybe This Time - Michael Martin Murphey (lyrics) Рџћµ -

As the cafe's radio began to play a soft, acoustic melody, Elias looked at their hands on the table, inches apart. The fear of another "goodbye" was there, but it was smaller than the ache of the last decade. He realized that they weren't the same people who had walked away; they were older, scarred, and finally wise enough to know what a second chance looked like.

Clara took the seat across from him without being asked. She looked the same, yet entirely different; the sharp edges of her youth had softened into a weary, beautiful kind of grace. Maybe This Time - Michael Martin Murphey (Lyrics) рџЋµ

He reached out, his fingers brushing hers. "We missed it the first time, didn't we?" As the cafe's radio began to play a