My Life in Argentina and Beyond

She saw him and became the 18 year old girl she had been long ago. Her heart stopped. She couldn’t have moved even if she had wanted to. She stared at his soft brown hair and his fair skin. Still good looking, she thought. She shook her head. But you are not that girl now, she scolded herself. Things have happened. He looked the same. He had not aged. She walked away before he had the chance to turn and look at her. I am so changed. I am old.