I hadn’t seen him in ten years, but that didn’t change anything. Or at least, didn’t change anything for him. He still looked exactly the same, of course. I, on the other hand, had changed. I had the beginnings of wrinkles, for one thing, and I swear I found a grey hair today. I’m also ten pounds heavier. Ten pounds I really wish I could lose.
But he looks the same, still handsome, young, and free. His hair is ever wildly out of order, no matter what you do to it, his body smooth and muscular, his eyes alight with curiosity and excitement.
“Greetings, fair Aldina,â€? he breathes, his voice smooth and silky as always.
“Aeonium,â€? I return quietly.
“How are you?â€? He asks, leaning forward curiously. I know this isn’t what he’s really asking. He’s asking if I have a love life, he’s asking what I’ve been doing these past ten years to get over him.
“Oh, fine,â€? I return, “I have a well paying job. A nice apartment.â€?
The question is lingering between us. Did either of us move on from our impossible relationship?