I want it to be like a fairytale.
I want him to have a sudden realization of the aching, hallow feeling in his heart from my absence. I want him to feel empty without me; empty, lonely, purposeless. I want him to pick up his phone one night, his voice hoarse from the crying, telling me how much he misses me. I want him to drive down to my house, desperately knocking on my door just for the sight of me. I want him to pull me in to his arms and hold me tight... and never let go. I'd hear his heart beating fast, the sound of his car engine as our background music as tears stream down our faces, him from missing me, me from the gratitude of having his affections and endearment back. I'd feel and hear him taking deep inhalation of me, soaking every fibre of me in again from the Cold War. I'd feel his arms wrapped tightly around my body, holding me dearly close. He'd pull back, just to look at me, his hands manically fumbling with every inch of my face, his eyes searching, and finding the familiar sad eyes and pouty lips. He'd pull me back again, this time his arms wrapped around my waist as mine wrapped around his neck, standing on my tiptoes. Tears would still rush down my face, staining my cheeks. Because it was my 'finally' moment. He was back.
It was like having a soldier man. Letting him go without having the guarantee that he'd be back.
But he did.
He came back.
(I was listening to I Was Made For You by Tori Kelly ft. Ed Sheeran as I wrote this)
