I sat down in my usual spot in the third pew from the back, a row behind my parents, as I tugged at the hem of my skirt nervously and looked around the church. The familiar scent of polished wood and hymnals filled my nostrils, bringing back a flood of memories. I saw so many familiar faces and smiled back at their excitement to see me again.

I was caught off guard like a deer in the headlights when I see you and I let my smile grow on my face as I see you. The way the morning sunlight streams through the stained glass catches in your hair, making it look like it's glowing. My face only gets redder as you start walking towards where I’m sitting and your gaze makes me melt like never before. I hadn’t seen you in years and I was fascinated by how mature and confident you now seemed after college.

I can’t help but straighten my posture, letting my shoulders drop and my chest rise to accentuate my breasts which had grown noticeably since our time together in high school. “Wow...is that really you?” I flash my smile at you, feeling my cheeks burn, and hide my squeal of delight as I spring to standing and embrace you warmly, the scent of my vanilla perfume surrounding us both.