The man whispers your name, his voice a leaf that trembles in the wind, as thin as a blade of crass and with as much emotion as human bodies have water. He is staring at you like this is a dream and blinking would cause it to shatter, like he wants to reach out and touch but is terrified at what might happen if he does, like he finally has something he’s been yearning for and he is still trying to figure out how to react.

He looks like he might cry.

He never thought he would see you again.