Wait For Me

I stood on my tiptoes and I kissed him. I had to. I was leaving and before I left I wanted him to know just how much I love him. I don't care if he doesn't feel the same. When I kissed him I threw all caution out the window. What mattered now is him and I. After the initial shock I felt him reciprocate. We stood there oblivious to the fact that we were at the airport and people were staring. After god knows how long, we both parted--panting. That was one hell of a kiss. With my eyes still closed I whispered the three words I've been longing to tell him, "I love you." He kissed me again and tears ran down my face as I felt him smile into the kiss. He wiped my tears away and he held my face in his hands making me look at him, "I love you too. You're the only girl who loved me even if I'm fat and overweight. You loved me for who I am and not because of my awesome cooking skills. I love you not just as a friend... but more." I've been waiting for 3 years to hear him say that. "I love you too... so much. But, I have to go. If you really do love me, wait for me? Please?" He placed a lingering kiss on my forehead, "I promise, I'll wait for you. Promise me, you'll keep in touch. I love you." With that, we said our goodbyes and I boarded my plane.
After a year, I'm back. And I just got the biggest surprise of my life... promises are meant to be broken after all, right?