I stayed there dumbfounded while looking at him. I stared at his face. I can see it with the help of the light from lampposts that were scattered around the beach.
I gasped when our eyes met. I can’t read his emotions right now.
He’s still as handsome as before, though I noticed that he matured a bit. I stared at his deep set eyes, his nose, his lips… Everything about him still affects my stupid heart.
It’s now crazily beating against my chest. And it’s making me hard to breathe and stay calm.
Now I finally realized how I’m still stuck on the past. I’m still far from moving on. It’s like a quicksand that is gradually pulling me down. The harder I try to get out, the faster I sink deeper.
It hurts a lot to admit that. Especially now that he’s looking at me unaffected while my insides
