I walked into the bank and there he was.  What was he doing here?  This is MY bank.  I have gone out of my way to avoid him at all costs for years and years and now he is just standing there. In line. In MY bank.  I can't possibly handle this.  I got no sleep last night. My hair is a mess.  I have on no make up.  My socks don't match.  He isn't supposed to be here.  

The last time I saw him we said things we didn't mean. Hurtful things that you can't take back. He was leaving for Florida the next day so it didn't really occur to me that I would ever see him again. Although deep down I think I really wanted to. Some nights I would dream about him. My heart would race and I would get butterflies. But in my dream he is always mad at me. He won't speak to me or even look at me. But this time it isn't a dream. Will he talk to me? Will I hear his voice again for the first time in 4 years, 7 months and 16 days? What will he say? Maybe he won't see me. Not today, I just need another day or so to figure out what to say... and wash my hair.

He is leaving now, thank God.  

Oh no, he is walking this way.  Don't make eye contact.  Don't make eye contact.      I need to see him.  Our eyes meet.  I can't believe it's really... not him.

Damn.