Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to run into him somewhere.
A chance encounter at the store, on the street, in a coffee shop.
Would we greet each other warmly, sitting down to chat like old friends about our new lives? Or would we offer smiles that don't reach our eyes and exchange uncomfortable small talk before going our separate ways?
Would we share pictures of our spouses and kids? Or would we just share a private, nostalgic look as we pass?
Would I see the passionate young man, in the middle-aged stranger in front of me? Would he see the care-free girl in the mother of two?
Would his smile still make my stomach do flips? Would he flirt and bring up old times?
Would my cheeks burn at the flood of memories? Would his eyes sparkle at my blush? Would mine brim with tears when the moment was past?
I love my husband, my children, my life.
I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
But, sometimes, I wonder.
1 year ago