I wanted to see her again; I needed to see her again. It had been a year, and never had we gone so long without seeing each other.
I still loved her. That hadn’t changed, and never would, but the vagaries of life and circumstance had changed everything else.
Today, we would see each other. Today I would feel again that rush of warmth and comfort. Today would make the last year seem but a blink.
I watched and I watched. The sun climbed the sky, turned and started to descend, and still she hadn’t come. There was nothing I could do but wait. She would come. I loved her, I knew she would come.
There…there she was. She had come!
I wanted to jump up, wanted to gather her in my arms once again. I wanted the years to have disappeared, to have everything back the way it used to be.
Against the green of the grass her dark dress stood out, highlighted the flowers filling her arms.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The years fell away, and that longed-for warmth and comfort overwhelmed me — she had come!
Tears stained her cheeks as she laid the flowers at my feet.
I wanted to move. I tried to move, to touch her cheek, to stroke her hair…but I was rooted, immobile. No matter how much I needed to touch her, I couldn’t move.
“Happy anniversary, my love,” she whispered. A sob, then, and her voice broke, “God, I miss you…”