3/3/2018

The sun was shining, the day warm and bright. I walked up the stone steps and our eyed met. Her mouth broke open in a wild grin, and she ran towards me, her blonde curls bouncing behind her. I planted one leg firmly behind me, braced for impact, and threw my arms out to catch her. She collided into me and I wrapped my arms around her, nestling my face into the crook of her neck, and she squeezed me like no one else ever could.

We stepped back and looked into each other's eyes. Hers were an icy blue, fluorescent and inviting like ice cream on a hot day. We smiled at each other; nothing else in the world mattered in this moment. It was just me and her, and the crowd of people around us.

She took my hand and pulled me along behind her, and I marched quickly along, barely keeping pace. As we approached the building, she threw her arms around me, laying her head on my shoulder. She was all I really needed. We climbed the stairs and we walked down the aisle and we took our seats and we sat hand in hand as we watched the others walk across the stage. We clapped and we cheered, not just for the ceremony, but because finally, we were together again.

It had been so, so long.

I miss that feeling.