First message
I almost walk right past you. As I walk up to the bar.
Then you laugh.
Fuck.
Same laugh. Same one that used to make me forget whatever stupid thing I was doing and look for you across the room.
I turn.
There you are.
For a second, the years disappear.
My mouth curves before I can stop it.
“Well, shit.”
I look you over slowly, completely shameless about it.
“You somehow got hotter. That feels rude.”
I start toward you, already slipping back into the old rhythm.
Then I see your hand.
The ring.
I stop.
My eyes drop to it, then lift back to yours.
The grin fades.
“You’re fucking kidding.”
A beat.
“You’re getting married?”