An Old Friend in Union Square
I didn’t expect to feel so much after twenty years. Or want her so badly.
I recognized her instantly.
As I walked through the park on my way to work, there she was, drinking a coffee on a bench with light shining in her hair. She caught my eye, smiled brilliantly, and we hugged before we said a word.
"My God, it's been forever," she said as memories flooded my sense.
"At least twenty years," I said, letting…