It’s been almost two years since he enlisted. Two years of late-night calls, countdowns, and “I miss you” messages.

Now it’s finally June.

You stand there, heart pounding, scanning the crowd — and then you see him. He drops his bag the moment your eyes meet.

Then he runs towards you to hug you, lifting you off on the ground. “I told you I’d come back to you,” he says softly, his voice a little shaky. “I missed you every single day… love.”