[He always came back with the intention of it being different, of fixing the things that were broken, of mending the fences that had been torn down and apart. Of building upon something that had been started so long ago, of fulfilling promises that had been formed with words and actions. Nothing ever came of it. Nothing ever moved forward. Everything just became stuck in the same relentless, never cycle until he could no longer find his way out.
There's a sense of hesitation now, just when his heart and mind have finally decided, have finally found a meeting place between what he wants to do and what he should do. Maybe he was too late. Maybe too much time and space had come between them and she had finally given up on waiting, on hoping.
Words aren't the only way.
There's a deep intake of breath as the words and memory flow into his mind, lending him the answer he sought, showing him precisely which path to take. It was easy enough to move forwards, to make his way around the bar to where she stood. To have electric blue eyes meet their matched set, to lock onto that beautiful mulled wine red. The sudden proximity and closeness giving him the strength and courage needed.]
I missed you. [It was a simple admission, said quietly and almost without thinking. But it was one that he had never made previously. One that was made in truth, in honesty, spoken directly from his heart.]
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There's a sense of hesitation now, just when his heart and mind have finally decided, have finally found a meeting place between what he wants to do and what he should do. Maybe he was too late. Maybe too much time and space had come between them and she had finally given up on waiting, on hoping.
Words aren't the only way.
There's a deep intake of breath as the words and memory flow into his mind, lending him the answer he sought, showing him precisely which path to take. It was easy enough to move forwards, to make his way around the bar to where she stood. To have electric blue eyes meet their matched set, to lock onto that beautiful mulled wine red. The sudden proximity and closeness giving him the strength and courage needed.]
I missed you. [It was a simple admission, said quietly and almost without thinking. But it was one that he had never made previously. One that was made in truth, in honesty, spoken directly from his heart.]