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Reminiscing

                               The day after the date was bittersweet. Each second I missed him more and more. His face, his eyes—his touch. Eventually, I called him. "What's up, babe?" His warm voice warmed my heart. I was so lost in thought, I forgot to answer. "Babe? You there?" He asked, confused. I snapped back into reality and replied. "Oh. Yeah. Hey," My voice came out quiet but squirmish. "So....what's up? You okay?" Mark asked gently. I cleared my throat. "Yeah. I just miss you, a lot.." There was a short pause before he burst into laughter. "You're so cute, babe. I miss you too," I melted at his words. I was whipped. "Sorry to bother you Mark, I just couldn't stand another minute without talking to you," I blurted out. I could hear him sigh softly. "I'll see you tonight, darling." And then I went back to doing absolutely nothing.

I laid on my bed, reading a book for the 5th time, waiting for something to happen. I heard the doorbell, followed by the opening of the front door. Kathlyn yelled from downstairs. "Mark is here to see you! You can stop sulking now!" I practically launched myself out of my bed. I went to open the bedroom door, and Mark was standing right behind it. He wore the graphic tee i bought for him weeks ago—a plain white shirt with a small scribbled heart on the left. He opened his arms and grinned. I fell right into him, and he embraced me in a tight hug. "I. Missed. You. So. Damn. Much." I said weakly as my head was pressed onto his (very muscular and warm) chest. He ruffled my hair and whispered, "I know."