‘You whole life could learn to balance delicately on 4 inch heels’
She was wrapped in a peach hijab that only made her uncovered features scream, eyes dark as deceit. Her face a little more plump, maybe darker, she had obviously matured, and probably gained a few pounds but her skin looked softer than ever.
My mind began to gamble on the unnecessary, unsure whether to stare as she approached or to look away.
‘I don’t want to scare her away by being too eager’ I stared at my fingers on the raffia table mat, studying the intertwined little boxes.
For a second I became 21 again, walking across the campus contemplating if she would like my new haircut.
‘I don’t want to seem nonchalant either’ I flashed a nervous smile while raising my eyebrow
I couldn’t think anymore when she smiled back, warmth flowed from her intimately, her eyes embracing every inch of me, 18 lost years, my failing marriage, receding hairline, my overpriced red neck tie. In that very moment I could almost explain why I spent over a decade searching for her, ignoring common sense.
‘Everyone has those past lovers that are harder to forget. They are the deep ugly scars’
If she was a scar, she was definitely a revered type giving superpowers. I had to reconnect with my mirage, to feel again, to watch the ugly and unwanted pieces of my existence turned beautiful in her eyes.
I held her in my arms, eyes shut, she smelt like blue grass and Jasmin, her voice came out wispy
“I’ve imagined this moment in a thousand different ways”
Maybe we had another chance.