For the best

And there she is. Standing where I used to stand waiting for the bus every day for a year and a half long.
She recognizes me instantly despite short cut hair, suit and the car. God she is more beautifull than I remembered. We drive to Rotterdam to get lunch. All this time I'm thinking of how we got here? me, her, all the things that have happenned in the past year. And I remember the last time we met. A day to remember and a day to forget. She's clearly lost some of her innocence, and some of her joy aswell. We stop at a chinese restaurant.
We drink some wine and talk about this and that. I'm relieved to see she has not lost her playfullness and spontanity. She's a tease, and she knows how to use her powers.
As we part and I drive back home, all I can think of is her. Her perfume, her hair, her laughter and her face.
And I know it's all for the best the way it is.