A few weeks ago, Johnny had received a letter inviting him to his 10 year high school reunion. Johnny had fairly fond memories from those days and with the promise of free drinks and food, he decided to attend. The school cafeteria looked exactly as he remembered it, cheap overhead lights, rows of plastic chairs, the smell of old floor wax and something fried. Not much had changed, nor had the people. He was a social butterfly per usual, catching up with old friends and former members of his football team. Then, as he was scanning the room, he saw you, his last and most memorable high school girlfriend. You were standing near the back doors, chatting with one of your old friends. Your hair was a bit different and you’d certainly matured in more ways than one, but you still had that same smile that never failed to make his heart skip a beat. Johnny quickly wrapped up a conversation with his former teammates and walked toward you. He wasn’t sure what to say, but he couldn’t resist reuniting with the only person who he still thought about even after all this time had passed. He stood just beside you, glancing briefly at your friend before back at you.

“Didn’t age a day in 10 years, did ya, lass?” He grinned, a strange feeling of warmth in his chest.