He hadn't seen her in almost a month, he wasn't sure how she was going to react when she saw him. It had been a long, long month and so many things had changed in their lives. He scratched at his arm nervously, mind reeling, unable to form a complete thought, each only showing in fragments and anxiety. He paced back and forth, his hand tapping his jeans where his cigarettes use to be. He had given them up, keeping his promise to her during the time they were away from each other. He tried to keep all his promises to her. He told her he loved her at least once a day, he tried his best to be there for her whenever she needed him. That was the hard one to keep. He remembered all those days and nights wishing he could just hold her, let her cry, rest her head against him and make her feel loved, secure, safe.
His mind ran through all types of complications as well, creating possibilities he didn't want to think about. Does she still want to be with him? Does she still care for him the same way he cares about her? Will she take a look at him and think that it was all a mistake? He runs his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down, but to no avail. He glanced at his phone to check the time and felt a dryness come to his throat. He heard the chime of his alarm clock go off. He heard the sounds of Florida. He saw the hills of Tennessee. He felt the girl dancing to Sublime against him. He tasted the liquor slide down his throat. He saw her. In her look, the miles vanished and the events of the past became meaningless. He could do nothing but stand there as she walked towards him slowly, almost as if the world had come to a standstill. Finally, after a month of forced separation, she looked up at him with those beautiful eyes and said . . .
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