Seeing you stand, against the railing of the escalator, waiting. Not in the crowd, but somewhat further back. Checking for a familiar face - catching a glimpse of the me you thought I'd be.
Holding you there, just for a moment. Everything stopped, and then full speed ahead. Getting my bag. Sitting next to you. Finally. Meeting your family. Knowing your stomping grounds. Seeing your history through your eyes. Talking. Laughing. Crying. Staring. Watching. Falling into the ocean. Sleeping. Sighing. Sharing. Listening.
Our life together is not measured in minutes but by moments. We have already had so many. We'll have thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands more.
Bring it on.
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