When I Saw Her Again

I was shaking; I was feeling like I could not breathe.

I did not expect that she came and talked to me right away, with her daughter.
It was not the approach I would have thought, especially when the time I was trying to deal with my mind about seeing all the people in church today.

I was not ready to say anything back to her. I was scared. I was somewhat acting cold.
After the entire awkward, at least to me, I felt bad. I did not think anyone around cared that much though. It looked just fine for the entire social setting because I was surrounded by many people.

I was not a gentlemen. I let that moment passed by.

However, I was so regret for the way how I acted. That self-blamed thought was slowly swallowing me, and gradually.

That I began to realize, that wound caused by her has never been healed. It was five years ago.

It was the strangest feeling I have ever had. 

When I saw her face, all the flash back memories was about the time we had in the past.
I thought I was over her, all kinds of feeling, it was not about love, but, literally, the feeling. The bitterness. Or more than that, something which I did not know how to comprehend.