After what seemed like a very, very long time – 6 months – she met him again. She planned it. With hope that there was indeed that: hope. But she saw a back that didn’t turn. She saw his eyes that tried to not meet hers. She heard a story that seemed intended not for her ears. She spoke with a smile, a joke and a laugh but the warmth didn’t return.
He had left when she returned.
What could have been might not have been. What could have been was no more.