willpower

He was 10 feet away from me and talking to a bright eyed man. He knew I was watching him. I did not want to be one of those girls who looks at a man from past, wistfully. But I wanted it to be me and not the bright eyed man getting his attention. He waved and smiled. I waved and smiled back. He excused from the bright eyed man and walked towards me.
Will was not tall, not smooth skinned, not strong built, not blue eyed but he was the handsomest of all. I always wanted him. I always needed him. I always have to have him by my side.
'Hi. How have you been?'
'Hi, Will. I was fine. Where have you been?'
I didn't mean it to come out in an accusatory tone but I do not regret it either.
We talked about old times, time spent in past. we Laughed, smiled, scratched our chins. I told him I hated moving to this new city called present, without him.
After a long pause he said, ' I am always with you, in your voice. I am your voice. I was your voice when you made your decision. I was your voice when you asked yourself to hold on.'
He was not assuring me, he just stated the words as if anything contrary is an alien concept.
He kissed my hand and walked towards a weepy eyed woman.
Though I know he is right and though I feel his voice in me, I felt I needed Mr. Will Power. I heard the rumors. My next home, future land, has unknown demons.