She decided then that it will be a secret she would keep forever in her heart.
She watched him walk away and knew they would probably never meet again.
Dawn turned to dusk and dusk to dawn, the years passed.
She got married with 2.5 kids, a white picket fence (no, not really, a small apartment actually in the lower east side), and was widowed at the age of 62.
Her eyes are almost blind with cataracts now and she walks stiffly.
But even in the hazy world she lives in now, she sees him again at the park where she has been taking her walks for the last ten years.
He is different now but his eyes, through them, she can still find the boy she once knew and loved.
He sees her too and with a little courage...
Coffee? He asks.
It is a date that came a little too late
She nods her head and smiles, a little bemused at how age has eradicated the shyness of her youth.
They take a slow walk in silence to a cafe by the lake- a charming glass house filled with blooming flowers and hanging planters.
They sit opposite each other in a quiet corner of the cafe.. He orders his americano, she, her flat white.
She stares at him, unable to look away.
She wants to touch his crowfeet, the wrinkles.. so much time has passed. She feels strange- young and old at the same time.
She chuckles softly, shaking her head and thinks of all the coulda shoulda woulda.
You can have the world beneath your feet but time, it slips through your fingers and never returns.
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