I caught only a slight glimpse of him as he walked by, but I know it is him. I remember his muscular, stocky frame from days at the pool and nights underneath the spotlight of the moon. It has been over twenty years since we spoke. Ironically, it was on the day I returned from my honeymoon. After our brief conversation I knew, Ethan Reueken would forever reside as the non-paying tenant of my heart.
I suppress my urgency to run to him and confess my love, but what I want to know is why isn’t he dead.
Whoa, hold on! Don’t you think you should look at his face?The little voice in my head over speaks the hammering echo coming from my heart.
I turn and look at Jennifer; she is packing up and readying to leave. I long to tell her and all within earshot that the love of my life has came back from the dead, and he's here on the beach, but I don’t because I’m chicken.
“Jennifer, you getting ready to go?” Duh….nothing like asking the obvious.
“Yeah, is that okay?”
“Sure, mind if I take another dip?” It isn’t so much that I want to swim, but he is in the water and I need to see his face. My heart recognizes him, but my brain's demanding proof. If I could see his eyes, I would know.
“Sure, but don’t take too long.”
“Okay.” I hate restrictions, even ones set by my friends.