The hotel convention center was spacious, but for them it felt like a closet. No matter who they talked to or where they could feel the others presence. Finally they had to break the ice

“How’s it been?”

“I’ve been good. Married now. One kid and another on the way.”

“Oh wow that’s great. Congrats. We’re engaged now.”

“Congratulations. Got a date set?”

“Not yet. Not yet.”

The convention continued but they were stuck. The immense pressure of time and memories had crushed them together like some metamorphic rock made of what could have been.

“So listen-“

“Don’t.”

“I just wanted to-“

“Ok, well I don’t. It’s fine. We’re fine. Let’s just leave it at that.”