It had been four months eleven days and three hours.

‘Where have you been?’ I wanted to know.
‘Looking for you.’ He said.
‘oh.’
‘you’re not going to ask why I left?’
‘no.. it doesn’t matter, you’re here now.’
‘That’s why.’ He kissed me and promised me he’d never leave me again. Ever. I held him as close as I could and wondered why I’ve never noticed our heartbeats before. I wondered if heart beats mattered.. if they did I would think they were symbolic of more than just life.