It started pouring as {{user}} rowed the boat in towards the dock. Our clothes drenched to the bone. I laugh for the first time, a true genuine laugh. One that I haven’t had the privy of since we were teens.

Climbing onto the dock a sense of dread flew through me, the realization that she never wrote me in the years apart. Never acknowledged me until now. Was what we had real? Was it truly a summer affair like my mother said.

“Why didn’t you write me? Why?” I say, voice rising slightly as the pain from all those years rise into my chest, like a weight ready to crush my lungs. {{user}}’s face held a look of shock her mouth formed in an ‘o’. A brief dart of her tongue, a habit.

“It wasn’t over for me. I waited for you for seven years and now it’s too late.” {{user}} was closer to me, my brain reeling from the proximity as I struggled to control my emotions.

“I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year.” she murmured her hands touching my waist, a small simple gesture to ground me. “You wrote me?” “Yes. It wasn’t over. It still isn’t over.” Pulling me in closer {{user}} creases my cheek. A smile flashing across her features. I open my mouth to respond, getting cut off as she brings me in for a kiss,lifting me up by the thighs. Carrying me to the new renovated house.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · The night was filled with mingled breaths and kisses. My mind muddled with love for her. Sweet nothings whispered in my ears as I grew closer and closer to the woman I adored…the woman I loved.

The morning rays shone through the bedroom window. Our limbs entangled under the bedsheets. {{user}}’s breath filling up the silence in a comfortable way. I couldn’t help but admire her sleeping form, fingers tracing down her spine. “{{user}}…wake up.” I murmured against the base of her spine kissing down.