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She just stands there. Just staring. 

Her eyes slowly start to fill with tears, making them shimmer, and I whisper "I'm home" 

She immediately jumps into my arms. I catch her under her thighs and her arms wrap around my neck. She sobs onto my shoulder, and I hold her tight.

"I'm home" I say again

She holds me tighter and whispers my name into my shirt.

"Shh, love, it's okay" I mumble into her hair as I pick up my bags and carry them and her inside.

As soon as we're past the door, I kick it shut and drop my bags.

I remember my way through her house and take her to her bedroom.

Neither of us say anything as we slowly detach from each other. I kick my shoes off and we both get in her bed. 

We lay next to each other, legs tangled. My one hand on her hip as my other was under my head. Her hands are on my chest. Our eyes are just admiring each other.

This is love I think to myself

I really should tell her. Just blurt it out. Just say it


"I love you" I hear... but I'm not the one who said it. She said it.

"I love you too" I whisper

She only nods and curls up closer to me, now having her head on my chest and her arms around my torso.

I bury my face in her hair and kiss the top of her head. I wrap my arm around her lower back and let my thumb draw small circles on her back where her shirt came up.

"You're really here" She whispers

"I am... I'm here, love" I assure her

"I missed you so..." Her voice breaks and I know she's crying again. I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me, and I wrap both my arms around her. She silently cries on my chest and I run my fingers through her hair.

"I've got you, babe. Let it out" I tell her

She nods and I fell her lips press to my chest. I lean down and kiss the top of her head. She leans into my touch and sighs.



She falls asleep, but I just can't. I hold her, play with her hair, sometimes kiss her head, and I just admire her. I can't help it. She's so perfect. She's laying in my arms. She told me she loves me... we say it all the time but it felt different this time.

I love her.

I love every little thing about her.

I want her to love me like I love her



She wakes up an hour and a half later. She looks up at me and rubs her eyes.

"Sleep okay?" I ask

"Best I have in months" She mumbles then asks, "Did you sleep good?"

"Didn't." I admit. She frowns.

"I just missed you so much" I mumble

She nods and kisses my chest again before getting up. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom... then, maybe, we could get something to eat?"

"Sure. You got your car still?" I ask

She nods and walks into the bathroom. I sit up and run my hands through my hair.

I love her.


I put my shoes back on and she comes out of the bathroom.

"We'll see mom tomorrow, if that's okay?"

"Perfect" I say as I get up. 

She's wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. She looks so pretty. So perfect.

"I'm gonna change into something better. Wait for me down stairs?" She asks as she turns to her closet

"Course" I say as I walk out of her room, making sure the door shuts behind me, before going down to the living room.

I look at the pictures sat up on the mantel above the fireplace. There's pictures of her and her mom and grandma. Pictures of her playing football. Then there's two pictures of her and I.

One is from Prom. Our last year of school. We went together. It was perfect.

The second is us at 15 years old. We had gone swimming. Both of our hair was wet and we were still in bathing suits. She was on my back with her arms around my shoulders and my hands were around her thighs, holding her up, and we were smiling big at the camera.

"Ready?" I hear from behind me

I turn and see her... God.

I love her.

She's so beautiful.

Light pink sweater, grey plaid skirt, long grey boots, and her hair was lightly curled. She didn't have much make up on, because she doesn't need it. 


"Wow

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"Wow..." I whispered

She just blushed

"You look amazing" I told her honestly

"So do you, James." She mumbled as she moved her hair behind her ear.

James. I love when she calls me by my middle name. She's the only one allowed to and I love it. 

I love her.


"Let's get some food. I've got a plan." I tell her happily

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