UNTITLED

I stopped in my tracks. Her face. How long has it been since I last seen her face?
Sandara Park. There you are.

Two years didn't age her. She looks as lovely as she did when I first met her, fifteen or so years ago.

Probably even prettier.

She's still hasn't seen me and I can't seem to move. I do not know if I want to be seen. I've been waiting for this day since I entered the military.

So many words left unsaid. So many tears left unshed.

Yet here I am. Stuck in place. Brain telling my legs to move. Legs refusing to cooperate.

Right now, in this moment, I'll allow myself to enjoy looking at her face. Observing her smile. From Afar...

Sandara Park, how you still make my heart beat wildly. How you still have my heart.