He said, “I haven't seen you for over a year”.
She kept her composure and casually replied, “Really? Oh yeah... well...” faking a smile. While memories flashed by in her head, stopping at that moment when she last saw him. Yes, it has really been more than a year; she never felt it had been that long.
She realised she had never really felt the distance and the time that had separated them. Was this what is called being high in the moment? She tried to put a blame on anyone, anything but herself for taking him away, but it was she that had walked away and didn't go back. He had walked away too but he had always come back to them then. She knew that she would always let her head win over her heart and live in this state of longing, in fact, she had started to enjoy it she realised. She couldn't let her heart take over again, it ruined her. She was happy to a fault then. Because she was as comfortable around him as she was with herself, she feared someone being that close to her, all the while amazed that that someone did not turn away. She wondered if she could ever get herself together, find a balance and go back into that bubble. She had read somewhere that one does not fall out of love unless they fall in love again. This is the bittersweet truth, she thought, thinking back on moments when she thought they were infinite.
As they left, she put her arms around his, for one brief moment she forgot that this was the present.
