Confrontation
She closed her eyes, and for a brief moment she felt peace. Yet, the feeling of weigtlessness escaped her when she saw his face. Could it be? Could it really be him? She wondered if he is real. But what if he is real? What would she do?
He came slowly and she stood still. He came walking with that same stride she knew so well. And even from a distance she can tell it was him. That built, that frame, that stature…she knew him.
He sheepishly smiled. (Even that didn’t surprise her at all…it’s him alright!) And the next thing she knew was her hand holding his. It still fits. She looked at her hand held within his clasp. She moved her gaze up to his arms and to his face.
"What will I see?" she wondered. "Will I see a familiar face or a stranger? What would his eyes tell me? Will it meet mine as naturally as it had before? And what if it does…will I read comfort? A promise? Or perhaps kindness? What if his eyes meet mine, will I look away? Or would it compel me to smile?"
In her deliberation, which seemed to happen in a split second, she focused her eyes to his face…
She lets out a sigh. It was all a dream. A dream she never had for so long. A dream that brought wonderings she thought she’d never have…questions she will never have an answer to. A dream that brought him back into her thoughts.
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