Two

And that's how my story of ultimate desperation began.

I walked into the coffee shop and there he was. His back was turned to me. Tall, dark, handome. *sigh* I froze as he turned my direction so elegantly, yet still so masculine.

My jaw dropped in utter amazement. Bad luck with guys, once again.

"Hi Kristy," Mark, my ex-boyfriend, spoke the words as if we'd never lost eachother.

Just seeing him made me want to vomit. In a good way of course. He had been "the one". Love at first sight. Right away I had known that I was going to marry him. Or at least I thought I did.

Two months after we started dating he was gone. To where I had no clue. This was the first I had seen or heard of him since. He did it so casually, as if nothing had ever happened.

'Close jaw'. I told myself mechanically.

"H-h-hey. What a surprise!" I responded after what seemed like years but what I could only hope was a matter of seconds.

"I was hoping you'd be here." He said motioning towards a chair. "I'd like to talk to you about some things."

"I'm sure you do," I muttered in an almost audible voice. I picked the chair across from him. There was about four feet between us. A safe distance, I guess. Honestly, deep down inside I was wishing that I could just pounce on him.