You and I were leaving a group meeting. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, and old feelings came rising out of the deep when we saw each other again. You looked different, older, more mature. You had become someone I didn't know.
We left with everyone else, the host seeing us out of his home, everyone saying their goodbyes. I grabbed your hand as you walked past, my fingers remembering yours as they suddenly intertwined. You looked me in the eye, my heart clenched at the sudden contact. "Stay with me tonight," I whispered. "My place?" you whisper back as you pull my hand toward you, our fingers still intertwined. I nod.
We walk toward where you parked. My ride had gone on without me. Suddenly you pick up your pace. I try to match your step. You start running, a gleam in your eye. Someone in the distance is running toward you. I slow down, and the distance between us grows. You run faster and faster toward the person coming toward you until you catch you in your arms and spin her in the air. You trip and fall into the grass with her, your eyes filled with laughter in a way they never did for me. I turn and walk the opposite way, leaving you with her.
I pick up my phone and wonder how I will get home. It's well into the night, and anyone I call would still be asleep. I am miles from home, alone. I sit against a wall and cry.
