I stood just behind the faded yellow line on the station platform, staring down at the track in front of me, just passing the time.
The sun was making its way down and the sky was starting to turn orange. A warm breeze was blowing softly, playing with my snow white hair and caressing my pale skin.
A small, two carriage train made its way around the corner and I stepped back a little. The train wasn't going particularly fast, but I had to prepare myself for the mass of people about to come out of it.
Gripping the small bunch of flowers behind my back a little tighter, I gulped, worried. It was a Friday evening and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to spot the man I was waiting for in the crowd.
But as the little train pulled up to the station, I was surprised to find that it had few people on. Maybe it was later than it felt.
The worn, beige doors opened slowly with a hiss a small stream of people trudged off, looking tired. Among them, a tall, dark haired man with his tell-tale ahoge giving away his position.
I sighed in relief that I hadn't waited for the wrong train and that I'd been able to find him. I waved frantically trying to get his attention and it took a moment for him to notice me, with one hand ominously behind my back and the other waving at him.
His face lit up as he saw me, a huge grin spreading across his face. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen him smile like that.
He almost skipped over to me, as if he hadn't been on a 3 day business trip 70 miles away and wasn't tired at all.
We didn't need to say anything to each other. He stared into my eyes, and I stared back into his. Then we just sort of fell into a lengthy hug.
Slowly braking apart, I hesitated for a moment before passing him the small bouquet of red roses. I had no clue what kind of flowers he likes, but at least red roses get the message across.
Smiling even wider, he took the flowers, lent in slowly and we met each other half way, kissing.
"Let's go home."