'It's been that long has it?' He asks, green eyes peering into mine full of all the emotions that I wish I could feel again. With him at least.
The love, the adoration, the passion and the pain of those three years we spent together all mesh into one huge ball of tightness in my chest where a whole of empty space carved by him usually rests.
Even now, three years later, I feel the emotion come rushing back to me, hitting me like a wrecking ball at the sight of him, hair soft and floppy as always, eyes blazing in a gentle way into mine, speaking every word silently. His shoulders look broader and his jaw has become sharper since we last met, three years ago. I'm sure that I've changed too, and I have no doubt that he is already mentally pointing out the ways in which I have.
As I sit here, facing him as the people wash by outside the window, I focus on wrapping my hands tightly around my coffee mug. Squeezing the warmth out of the ceramic to rinse my cold bones of the one true fact that they know. I miss him.
'Yep. Three years,' I say nodding, peeking up from the table to catch his gaze for a second, before he looks away at the street outside.
