Three wishes and a secret

That I&rsquo;ll recognize you in the coffee shop after all these years, that you&rsquo;ll see my long scraggly mop and pierced nose as the bell chimes over the door knowing it&rsquo;s me, and you&rsquo;ll stand from the loveseat and open your arms. That we&rsquo;ll refill our mugs until our fingers jitter, our hearts race, until the baristas side-eye us near closing, two women on the wrong side of…