I veered left on the wooded path and found that someone had stepped before me. Large shoe prints. It was him, I realized. He was ahead of me, waiting for me.
It made me want to walk slower–not because I didn’t want to see him but because I did. So desperately did. I knew he’d be there waiting. I love it when life works this way; when you want something and you actually get it.
I slowed my gait because I wanted to save the journey to him. Being there with him would be fantastic I knew. The hugs and kisses and all that. But it was the on-the-way their anticipation that really did it for me. Wondering, what would be wearing. A tank top? A moustache? Smelling like lime? or Musk.
The breeze tousled the fallen leaves and I crunched them.
He called out my name and dammit if I didn’t start to run for him, like a complete idiot.