Prompt: A night of memories and sighs

So here's a oneshot for spixie lovers. maybe it'll turn into more, but probably not.She had been gone for a year but she was back for her cousin's wedding. It was the night of the night of the rehearsal dinner when she saw him standing at the bar. At first glance it all came flooding back. Her heart still ached for him; they had only been together for a short time when she got that job offer in New York that took her away. She wanted the job, but didn't want to lose him. He told her it was too good of an opportunity for her to pass it up, that they would make it work, they were soul mates, and soul mates always made it work. She took the job, it sent her all around the world, and further away from him. They tried to make it work, they really did, but the long distances, the stress, it was too much, she had to break it off.

She walked up behind him and said, "Guess who?"

"Jillian, is that you?"

"Who's Jillian," she snapped.

"No one. I just wanted to see your reaction," he said kissing her cheek. "God, I missed you, how long has it been," he said ushering her to the dance floor.

"It's been a month or so since we last talked, but it's been three since the last time we meet for coffee. I guess that was the last time you were in the city."

"Yeah," he laughed, "we had coffee that morning, and we were supposed to meet for dinner, but you couldn't make it."

"I got called away. You know I didn't want to stand you up, but Paris couldn't wait."

The song was over and they headed back to the bar for a drink. The party went on around them, but neither was that involved, they were more interested in each other.

They set there talking for hours about what had been going on in their lives. How she was getting promoted and would be overseas less and less, she was going to have people to do the little things, she had been doing. How his business had taken off, it finally was no longer floundering. He told her he had finally moved out of his pink room and into his own place. They laughed reminiscing over all the silly things they had gotten into together, the goofy hi-jinks that had brought them together in the first place. They thought silently about how they wished they had stuck it out, not thrown in the towel.

She could not handle being this close to him any longer. She leaned in and engaged him in a deep kiss. When they came up for air, she said, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For kissing you like that."

"Don't be sorry for kissing me, I was about to kiss you."

"Well then, I'm sorry for running off the New York. I'm sorry I couldn't handle a long distance relationship. I'm sorry I called us off."

"I told you to go, it was something you needed to do for you," he said kissing her softly. "Besides, what did I tell you? We're soul mates Ms. Jones, and soul mates always find a way."

The next morning she woke up to him starring at her. She smiled at him slipping on the shirt that lay on the ground next to her. She ran over to her purse and grabbed her camera, taking a picture of herself. "What are you doing," he questioned.

"Taking a picture, it'll last longer."

"I have plenty of pictures. I was making a memory!"

"Is that all this was? A memory," she asked. He shrugged in response. "I was hoping for a lot more."