Missed

12^th May, 2017

He was leaning in for a kiss and she hugged him instead; it was awkward and sad with messy feelings and racing hearts. He rested his head on her shoulder, barely even touching it due to his height, and took a deep breath inhaling the all too familiar scent. She wanted to kiss him back, but didn’t know if she should. After all, he belonged to another now. He was hers once, a long time ago, and this one chance encounter and the evening spent in walking and talking was reminiscent of the good old days, but she knew from a precious metal on his ring finger that even though she had been his muse for a long time, now there was another. It was wintertime, the air became visible each time their breaths came out through the nose or the mouth carrying the words. And at this moment there was no white fog coming out because they didn’t talk and they didn’t breathe. They just stood there in an embrace, holding their breaths, hoping that that moment would last…forever.