A week before my engagement banquet, I traveled to a small southern city for a work trip. Then, outside a tiny corner café, I spotted Harold.
He was a little thinner, a little more tanned than I remembered, leaning down to grab a picture book off a shelf for a small kid.
He lifted his head, and our eyes locked straight away.
Time seemed to freeze solid right then and there.
He didn't come out to meet me, but he didn't flinch or look away either.
He just gave a small, polite nod through the glass, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
In that instant, I knew he'd truly moved on for good.
And I never ended up stepping foot into that café in the end.
When I turned to walk away, a strange, unexpected wave of lightness washed over my chest. It felt like some invisible, ta
