She was waiting. I was on my way, but I had her waiting and I knew it. As the Georgia sun passed over my windshield, I pulled into the small town of Savannah. I eased into the dirt driveway of your cozy little home, shutting the door quietly as I got out. I made my way to the back of the house, where I saw you leisurely lounging in the hammock I got you. I crept over and carefully laid down next to you. She looked at me and smiled.
I had been waiting 3 months for that smile. After we had seen each other at our high school reunion, we decided to get back together. And so we set a date. I knew she would be here, unlike the night I stood her up, four years ago. And she knew I wanted her to be there. And so her smile made me smile- because WE were there.
We went for a walk. Our hands clasped tightly like the old days. My hand getting sweaty like always. We stopped by a gift shop that sold books and other assorted goodies. We browsed the aisles, both of us reminiscing about when we used to read to each other late at night. When we found one, one weremembered, we couldn't have known that we wouldn't ever. That it would simply serve as a symbol of our rekindled love.
We went walking on the beach. We stopped and sat on the beach. Her hair was blown back by the cool Georgian wind, the perfect image of perfection. As the sun set on the horizon, after so many years of feeling out of place, we finally began to feel normal again- together.