I met him again after ten years. Just after a traumatic marriage. He had been a fling in my twenties, besides a good friend. We started going out once more. It was very nice once more.
I overreacted to it and scared the man away. Now I know he understood I was really needy at that moment due to the end of my marriage.
That Sunday I woke up feeling tired of suffering and feeling unworthy, tired of mind chatter. I was resolute about getting my power back, although I didn't remember how to do so. I thought I should pamper myself and do the things I most like. It was decided that the day would end with going to the movies.
I picked the last session and headed there a bit earlier to stroll in the antiques fair near the movie theater. I was in a strange mood, kind of avoiding the place, but I thought it was only self sabotage and insisted. When it was 15 minutes to the session, I walked to the cinema, took the line for popcorn and soda - my classic Sunday of youth times. That's when I looked towards the hall and the first person I saw was him. I was paralyzed for some seconds, then I shouted his name, then he was paralyzed. I walked towards him noticing a scared face. I had nothing to say, so it was only a childish greeting. That's when I caught myself shivering. Really strong. A very strange scene indeed. We were stuck for a while. He shifted his eyes to the side, and I saw this other woman, also paralyzed. I said goodbye and floated to room number 5. It took me half of the movie to reenter my body.
We've met by chance several other times, but that strange sensation has never vanished.