He spotted her in the soup aisle. She was standing at the other end, looking over the cans.
She looked older but even more beautiful. He wanted to run to her, embrace her and hold her again.
But what would he say? That he missed her terribly? That he still loved her? That no one could ever take her place?
She reached toward the shelf and made her choice. He wondered if he’d made the right choice.
He turned around and walked out. As much as he’d wanted to say hello, he simply couldn’t bear to say goodbye again.
She looked older but even more beautiful. He wanted to run to her, embrace her and hold her again.
But what would he say? That he missed her terribly? That he still loved her? That no one could ever take her place?
She reached toward the shelf and made her choice. He wondered if he’d made the right choice.
He turned around and walked out. As much as he’d wanted to say hello, he simply couldn’t bear to say goodbye again.
