It felt unfamiliar. All the days she spent waiting for this and yet somehow, now, she felt something she never factored. Perhaps she had outgrown the dream of being his again. Perhaps she learnt to love herself. Sure they had stayed in touch, met even, but today was different. Maybe it was what the years had done to them, what life had given them, or simply the undeniable fact that they had forgotten to love anyone after they ended. But forgotten enough that it felt new, a delightful rush that came with discovering a lover within the boy once memorized.