Serendipity

The age old, boy meets girl. Maybe she drops her purse. Maybe he picks it up and hands it to her. Maybe they talk and end up getting coffee. Maybe they make friends, fall in love, lead long happy lives together.
Maybe they don’t. Maybe they fall out of love after a while, fall out altogether. Divorce. She gets the house, he gets the car. She gets the kids, he gets visitation. Maybe they don’t have kids at all.
Maybe they live together until one leaves for good. Maybe the other will mourn. Maybe they won’t.
Maybe they decide it doesn’t work and go their separate ways after a year or two. Maybe they stay friends.
Maybe, when she drops her purse, book or guard at the bookstore, he does nothing more than pick it up, hand it to her and walk away without another word, thinking, in the back of his head, “Maybe,” but no one will ever know.
Maybe…