Her eyes rim with tears. No. Those are mine. Maybe you’re a fool, sitting here like this professing emotions from a lifetime ago. I don’t know who could look at her like this and feel anything but the resurgence of that love. I’ve lied to myself long enough that it hasn’t always been here. Perhaps just the smallest ember of those fires we set within each remained, but we never stoked it, never tended it, it never grew. Instead, it just flickered as a memory. Until now.
