He hadn’t seen her since the day they left high school. He has heard from her from their former classmates, but their paths never crossed. He still doesn’t understand why he agreed to meet her. He thinks, maybe eight years is enough. She said she called him for the sake of reuniting with someone you have supposed to be reunited with a long time ago. He just smiled and he felt her smile on the other line. When he hung up the phone, his chest fluttered. He had always tried to avoid her calls and messages. Within the past eight years, he thinks he only managed three messages out of all the millions she sent him. Maybe she’s still in love with him. But that’s ridiculous, he thinks. He had been in two different relationships since high school. It’s quite impossible for a person to not change at all. He knows he’s changed, a lot. She is, too, he’s certain. He never told Pam about this meeting. He has been with her for five years, and he knows her enough to not tell her about the “reunion”. Four years ago, he had mentioned about this girl who’s head over heels in love with him. If Pam knows he’s meeting her, he’ll be in trouble.
When he saw her at the door, he couldn’t believe what he saw. She looked like she didn’t even try to look good for him. She looked like what someone looks like in her normal day. He thought she’ll be wearing a dress which shows a little bit of skin. He thought she’ll be showing her what he’d been missing. Well, he thinks, she knows that Pam is pretty hot, so perhaps that’s why she didn’t bother looking sexy. When she approached the table, he stood up and pulled the chair for her. She sat down and said hi in a very lazy voice. It made him imagine a woman, with her eyes barely open and with her sleepy voice, saying hi to his lover who just woken up. He said hello. He looked at her face – no makeup. Wow. She said she can’t believe he agreed to meet her. Well, he said, why not? That’s where she laughed. He didn’t ask why, he knew. They ordered the same platter. She wasn’t very talkative. She should talk, she should impress him, he thought. He asked her what she’s been doing for the past eight years. She laughed again. She asked him did he really want to know. Yes, of course, he said. Well, it’s a messy bit of a story, so let’s just say that for the past eight years I’ve been dying and resurrecting and dying and resurrecting again, and again and again. She laughed nervously while picking the food with her fork. He just stared at her and waited for her to look back at him. She didn’t. Well, he said, you’re still very poetic. She looked up from her plate and she squinted her eyes at him. He said, there’s something in you that just says you’re poetic. She gave her an unsure smile. They talked for two hours over their untouched dessert. So, what state are you in right now, he asked. Are you dying or resurrecting? She looked at him for a few seconds before she answered. Neither one, she said. Today, I met my savior. No one talked, laughed, or even smiled. There’s only one conclusion running in his mind while he looked at her trying to figure out what she just said.
Yes, she showed him what he’d been missing.