He looked the same.

Stepping of the bus, she saw him standing in the crowd; and he hadn't changed a bit, the mere act tightening a knot in her stomach that she refused to admit existed. That perfectly combed, golden boy hair that hang as though it were sheets of grass, smooth, with a ski jump kick at the tips, shining blond strands illuminated as the sun hit them was just the same as it was over a year ago. His eyes that she had fallen in love with – bottomless, deep brown that shone clear and free of any sad thoughts and were always laughing, the sad-free eyes grabbing her like a hook, a fish hook into an open eye – her open eyes were nothing new. And he still had that wide face-splitting grin plastered on his face that he had worn the night she had first met him, a grin witch had somehow proclaimed "trust me." (she had trusted him, and look where it had got her – the thought drifts through her mind, and she bats it aside, filing it with a cabinet filled with the other warning thoughts about him that she uses to stop from falling for him again).

He looked the same.

She had changed

He stood in the crowd, hiding his need to see her by pretending to look for someone else, but as she steps of the bus, smaller and dainty and so much more petite than he remembered, he faces the truth- she had changed. The most obvious change was her hair; it had been a dark brown-not-black (she would insist on the fact, he remembers now) easy to look over, pushover, always-in-a-ponytail type of thing, but now? It had been dyed black (black, but not Emo or Gothic like it would have been on any other girl), so now it shone bone blue at him, it's curly strands, loosely blowing in the wind, teased him, mischievous – he had an urge to pull those curls, as he had never really seen them before. Her lips were fuller, redder, somehow without the aid of lipstick, and her skin was breathtakingly tan, freckled, even. Her eyes, though. Her eyes had deepened and lightened, turning amber as the sun brushed them, and they had a strong, piercing gaze – he could tell something had happened sometime in the past year, but she had overcome. She was a complete and utter stranger to him, different from the girl he had dated over a year ago (and he wonders in the back of his mind, if, since she is now so changed that she is no longer the girl he'd dated, they could try again. He shoves the thought away, mentally berating himself for being such an ass).

She had changed.