She ran to me, jumping into my open arms. I held her tightly, not wanting to let her go again. Life and it’s circumstances stole her away from me, but not again. I doubt that she would want this to happen again either. We stood there for what felt like, well, a long stretch of time immeasurable and incomprehensible by the human mind. According to the clock, it was a minute and a half. It felt like so much more though. As I embraced her, I felt like my world was complete, like a want for nothing. So this is what bliss feels like, I thought. This feeling could achieve world peace.

As we walked, she gave me sure signs that she missed me (holding my arm tightly when we sat, holding my hand with intertwined fingers when we walked, staring at me when we sat, smiling at me whenever our eyes met), but she never said she missed me. I guess I had to initiate it. “Let’s go to my house. We can talk there and relax.” She smiled and repeated ‘relax’. “You have a dirty mind,” I spat, smiling. “We need to catch up, hottie.”