My Woman

It had been six years since I last saw her. Six years since our paths diverged, and we went our separate ways. I thought I had moved on, but as I stood there, staring at her, all the memories came flooding back.
She was sitting at a table in a quaint little restaurant, a glass of red wine in front of her. Her hair was longer now, and she wore a dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She looked stunning, just like I remembered.