He greets me at his door. Scoops me up in a big bear hug, lifting me off the ground. He holds me close for just a little bit longer than necessary.
He pulls back to look at my face. He makes fun of my hair and then kisses my nose.
I follow him in, telling him about the annoying neighbour who kept asking me questions about my results.
He laughs as his cat runs away from me.
We spend the rest of the day in love.
Dancing. Kissing. Holding each other. Sitting on the balcony. Laughing about nothing. Talking about everything. Apologizing. Making up for all that has gone wrong.
And of course, he sings. Plays the guitar.
He tells me he loves me. I blink. He tells me again. He tells me till we both fall asleep. He tells me till tears roll down my cheeks. He holds me to his chest. He lets me cry. He says sorry for hurting me. He promises he won't again. Because I mean the world to him.
I tell him I can't live without him. He knows. He has seen it.
He looks me in the eye. He asks me to trust him. To let down my shield.
And just like that, I do.
