She saw him first.
The upturned collar of his coat casting a shadow across his jawline. The lines around his eyes creased from the smile she knew so well. His hands in his pockets, as he waited carelessly.
She asked herself the question she asked herself every day. Why him?
The uncertainty and doubt invading her soul doubled with every passing moment. The regret. The struggle beyond logic and emotion; beyond any sense or reason. The apathy, followed by moments of ecstasy, ungrounded her.
Trapped by a yearning that exceeded the boundaries of any she had felt before. Shaken to the core by the gentle brushing of his lips against hers, yet repulsed by his embrace at heightened moments of desire. Vulnerable and unsure in his presence. Exposed, yet hiding behind layers of personalities. Unleashing her authenticity only when she is farthest from him. Attacked by waves of emotion, by the simplest and most subtle of gestures. Constantly swinging between insecurity and confidence. Randomly timid. Consciously denying her right to shine in his shadow.
She smiled, and quickened her step. She missed him terribly. Sensing her approach, he turned his head to look for her. Their eyes met. His smile broadened and he reached out his hand to her. She took it and laced her fingers through his.
Surrendering herself anew.
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