Old Flames

"Oh hey ShadowlessTomorrow, this is..."
"We've met before. How have you been?"

Its a small world and a smaller city. Its inevitable that we would meet again. Its like Your Exlover is Dead all over right? Maybe that reference is lost on you dear. I would have hoped to meet you a year or two ago, but life, yours and mine, will take us where we will right? Still unanswered texts tend to resurface in the back corners of my mind like a wound wet again from rain.

"I'm a different man now." I want to say. "You never got to know me" I think. "It's nice seeing you again" I say.

"Yeah I know ShadowlessTomorrow." I hear you say, a touch nervous. I show you a smile; water under the bridge it says but either you don't know my smiles or you pay it no mind.

Darling, I wish you gave me a chance to charm you. To tell you sweet things. To make you blush. To adore you. But it did not happen. My approaches maybe were too forward. Too upfront. Too bold. I have one gear when it comes to pretty somethings I want to get to know.

I hope I didn't sour the night, dear. You're still beautiful. The first time and the last time. *smiles* I did my best and it wasn't enough (or too many much). Still I think I could have loved you.

Til again we meet,
ShadowlessTomorrow