How things had changed.
He kicked the table leg nervously, angrily with his foot as he sat there among the shadows.
The sun was setting in more ways than one.
She looked upon this older, tired man and tried to remember the love she once felt.
They were so young.
Rhythmic dance music emanated from the apartment above accompanied by squeals of joy.
Their eyes met.
"I loved you with every ounce of my heart, you know that, don't you?" he said heavily as his head drooped toward the floor.
She did.
Tempted to suggest trying again, righting wrongs, admitting past dalliances, fixing mistakes and yet, as they sat there at the same table they had purchased together on that sunny day all those years ago when their love was fresh and fun and powerful, they were miles and miles apart.
What had gone wrong?
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