There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship, and only a small footbridge separated us. Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you "Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"
Immediately you did not want to anymore; and when I asked you again you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and what do you think now?!