Little soul, your dreams are waiting..
I was in the local Taget, trying my best to not be embarresed and equally trying to look bored and annoyed. Five days without him.
I was in dirty clothes and little makeup. Jesus, my dad was a slowpoke.
There was a sharp tap on my left shoulder.
I scrunched my face in confusion and turned around.
The best valentine’s day present I could ever had gotten was standing in right front of me. I gasped audibly and wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. His breath caught and I imagined it wasn’t just my strength.
Hold them closely.. never let go..
“Hello,” he said, looking nervously back towards his mom in the makeup section. She glanced up, put back the mascara and turned away, towards shampoos.
“Zach!” I squeeked and hugged him again. “Where were you, gone all week practically!? I was beginning to get worried..”
You’re finally here..
He frowned. “Just had a slight itchy throat. I missed you though..Oh! happy valentine’s day.”
I smiled hugely.
Who we are..