Five years ago, around this time of the year, someone dear to me at the time decided to leave me and move to another country. (A few months later, after briefly reappearing, he disappeared for good.)
After five years of imagining that scene of meeting unexpectedly one day, it happened. We ran into each other in an airport. Interestingly - or uninterestingly, rather - there was no exchange of warm smiles, no tears of joy or regret, no eye contact. Rather, I blurted, "Oh. My. God."
Received a short note from him next morning, but I never replied. Yes I was curious to know everything that had happened to him in past 5 years, but I decided not to reply.
Thanks for the wonderful, intoxicating memories. I am now living in a real world, with a real dog, a real boyfriend. True, real world is nothing like that bliss I lived in, it does not have that sparkle that disappeared with you - but it is so much more predictable and grounded.
