As I looked out the icy window, my thoughts were racing. What would this mean? Is he back for good? Is he back for just a little bit? Nobody seemed able to answer my questions. I just wished we could hurry so I could ask him myself, but the airport traffic was terrible because of the holidays. Paige finally found a parking space, and hurried out towards his gate.
"Does he even know I'm here to pick him up with you Paige? I mean what if he doesn't even want to see me?" I said, my heart sinking at the thought.
"Marco, Hun! Of course Dylan would want to see you! Though I haven't told him you are coming to pick him up with us, I know that he will be thrilled! You are still all he ever asks about when I talk to him on the phone. He is MOST DEFINATLY not over you. Nor I bet he ever will!" Paige said, trying to comfort me, which worked.
We walked through the airport searching for gate C16. It was very crowded, and I was staring to feel very claustrophobic. I turned a corner and nearly ran into this giant guy with a beer belly, who was pretty intimidating.
"Sorry…" I said so quietly, it came out as a whisper.
"Yeah you better watch it" The guy said, and stormed off. I needed to go calm down somewhere, and collect my thoughts. I found this unoccupied bench and plopped down, putting my face in my hands.
"What am I going to do?" I mumbled in my hands. I didn't want to be seen by people, so I put my hood up, and tried to block out the world. I guess at some point I started to cry, because I was shaking violently, and someone noticed.
"Uhm… Are you alright sir?" A voice familiar, yet muffled through my hood asked. In response, I muttered 'no' to whoever was asking me.
"Well, I know it might be personal, but would maybe want to talk about it?" All of a sudden it clicked. I knew that voice.
"Dylan?" I muttered through my hands, afraid to look up, and be mistaken.
"Yes. My name is Dylan, but who are you?" He asked, and I let out a small chuckle. I wiped my face of tears and looked up at Dylan.
I had missed those clear sea blue eyes for so long. It had been over a year since I had last seen Dylan. I took in all of his features on his oh-so confused face.
"Marco?!?" I simply nodded. His mouth slowly crept into a smile, and he sat down next to me on the bench.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. I don't think I had enough oxygen getting to my system to talk, so I just stayed silent, and pointed to him.
"You're here because of me? But you broke up with me, why would you care to see me when I cam back?" His eyes were filled with hurt and angst, when he thought of the break up.
Finally, I was able to speak, "Dylan! I broke up with you because you were gone! I hated not being able to see you! I never stopped loving you, and I never will!" I almost screamed at him. He looked in a state of pure shock, but then he smiled.
"Of course I still love you" He grabbed the back of my neck and he pulled me into a passionate, demanding kiss that was way over-due.