I was sitting in the bookstore at school.
Mr. X was across the table.
He was finishing some homework.
I was finishing a sandwich.
We were chatting about oxidation states and the periodic table.
I grabbed a humor book to flip through.
We continued to chit chat.
I saw movement toward the front of the bookstore.
I quickly looked up.
My heart stopped.
I would have sworn it was him.
Sworn on anything if it was two years ago.
Same hair. Same color.
Same body build.
He was not looking toward me.
He was looking for a book.
He disappeared around a shelf.
I had to gasp for my breath.
I waited for my heart to start beating again.
Just two years ago...