The world stopped rotating. Time suspended as I stared at the man I thought I’d never see again. A crown of thick, dark hair pulled back from his face, that perfectly trimmed beard a bit more disheveled than normal, but otherwise, everything else was exactly right. The eyes, the perfect pout to his bottom lip even in anger, the casual way he stood. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe as I stared at him, so real, and yet it couldn’t be.
