Chance Encounters of the Close Kind

So I ran into someone the other day who I pretty much assumed I'd never see again. Least of all in the area of Manhattan where I bumped into him. Of course, I was in my sweats, hair pulled back, on my way to dance class. Of course, he looked great. I hadn't seen this person for probably about 6 months, and a lot has changed in my life from when I last saw him, as I'm sure has been the case for him. Needless to say, it was a really jarring experience. In the past, I always sort of half had my guard up when I was in his neighborhood, knowing a run-in wouldn't be that out of the ordinary. But I guess after all this time, as I've slowly grown to forget him, my guard had disappeared. So imagine my surprise when I see him on the exact opposite end of the island! We couldn't have talked for more than a couple minutes and I doubt our encounter left much of an impression on him. He was stressed from work and in a rush. I tried to say goodbye as casually as I could, but as I walked away the full effects of our interaction came over me. My heart was pounding against my ribcage and my body felt like it had been hit with a case of Vertigo. I turned the corner to my dance studio and leaned up against the side of a building to catch my breath and let my mind calm itself. This wasn't easy--I was so mad at myself! I could NOT believe that after all this time he could still have such a visceral effect on me. As much as I know its over, as much as I've moved on, I still feel like all it would take is a single glass of wine to fall back into that same pattern of lust, longing and disappointment all over again. I really thought I was above it, but I guess some people will always be your achilles heel.