They spotted each other for the first time, but it felt like they'd known each other for a lifetime.
It didn't take them long to find each other in the crowd, their hearts had beat as one for so long that the sound was attuned to find its other half.
He embraced her, and she felt at home.
It was there in his arms that she was meant to be.
No fence, no mountain, no ocean, nor distance would keep her from him now.
She would be with him for as long as he would take her.
Her soul wept with joy after all the searches and torments that the world had thrown at her, she was right where she was supposed to be.
The past was just a step to lead her to him.
This was where her real life began.
Her future was right there.
The world that she had stepped into would be hers until he decided to get rid of her, whenever that may happen.
Within seconds, all those possibilities entered her mind.
She prayed, with each second, that time would never come.
He took her hand and led her to the vehicle that would deliver her to her second home to his arms, his home.
She could finally see where he had become the man that she had fallen so deeply for.
The ride there was filled with something continuously telling her to breath and not to stare.
Her gaze focused out the window at all the new scenery that would eventually become second nature to her, if he kept her.
The house came into view, and her breath caught.
He hadn't had to point it out at all.
Her heart had told her which was his.
It was in her dreams once, the perfect house that held her world within it while he slept.
He helped her out of the car and to the door.
Her mouth had dried in seconds and her breathing caught as she stepped into the house.
Pictures of her world and his world were all around as she walked farther in.
Voices sounded from the kitchen and they were music to her ears.
She ventured into the realm meekly being led once again by him.
The voices greeted her with bright smiles.
And she couldn't help but to smile in return.
The effects from her journey there had begun to set in, but she tried to keep steady conversation with the voices.
She didn't want them to stop.
Two voices remained, both agreeing on the same issue.
One motioned to the other to take her up to the bedroom.
The other whispering softly that he would take care of her.
She regretfully bid farewell to the other voices that had carried their tune so well.
The stairs were too many for her and a stumble did occur a time or two.
He caught each step she missed and carried her the rest when she was too weak.
He laid her across the bed and sat carefully beside her as he took her shoes off.
She tried to argue and say that she could do it herself,
But he refused and placed her back against the pillow as her head spun.
Her shoes were off, a cover was placed over her, and the curtains were drawn.
A hand was gently stroking her cheek as her eyes slid close.
She pressed her face against that hand and kissed the palm softly.
The hand moved to hold her and lips placed themselves on her forehead then her cheeks then her nose and finally they met her lips.
Her breath was taken away once again and her eyelids did not dare open for if this were a dream.
She'd rather not wake.
The lips parted from hers and instead of feeling cold and alone like normally happened when the dream ended.
She felt her world open up to her and once again she was in the warmth of his arms.
He was holding her, keeping her,
And for once she didn't care how long he was willing to keep her.
Just as long as he would have her for that moment in time.