Never Again
I gave her a glass of milk.
"Albert," I called him as soon as I was seated.
"Yes, love?" He glanced at me then went back to what he was typing.
I propped my elbow on the table and cupped my face. I didn't answer, but instead, I looked at his handsome face. I recalled the moment of seeing him again. I was terrified to face him, and now I knew why. Because after all these years, I never stopped loving him. I guess even if time will start over again, my heart would still beat crazily for him. I would always remember the first time I laid my eyes on him when he entered the room when he glanced my way when he first smiled at me when he introduced himself.