though our dearest days have passed,
I know I will find you home.
And in the wonder of the weakest glow,
I know you're here.
Find Home - The Honey Trees

She was dressed in a white striped with black blouse and black jeans. Her bold, red scarf hugged her neck and she tugged on it to make it longer. Her long, brown hair fell down her back in curls and her lips were lightly glossed. She twirled the little spoon around in her cup of vanilla coffee, before taking a small sip. Her eyes averted to the people outside of the cafe and immediately, she caught him in the crowd. He had a blue button-up shirt, fedora hat and black jeans, with his hands in the pockets. He wore his black shades and his hair had the curls which she itched to run her hands through but instead she just played with the ring on her index finger.

There was one thing she noticed he was wearing and that was her gift to him; the dog tag.

The bells rang as he opened the door. Eyes watched him as he made his way to her table. He tipped his hat towards her as a greeting and she giggled, putting down her cup. She stood up and leaned towards him to embrace him in a hug. His arms were around her and she inhaled in his scent; peppermint and faintly of green apples which she missed and loved so much. She pulled back and ran her hands down his muscular arms. She gazed into those brown eyes, she never get tired of them, and smiled sweetly at him.

I missed you, her heart whispered but refused to rise from her lips.

"So, how are you, Nick?" she asked, twirling the spoon in her cup again. He looked up to find those chocolate orbs staring back at him and his heart raced. "I'm fine, I guess?" he mumbled, returning his gaze to his cup.

She reached out to him, her hand covering his with her eyes full of concern. "Anything wrong? You know I'm still here, right?"

"Sure didn't seem like it when you left, Sel," he shot back without meaning to and as soon as he said those words, he wished he could take them back. He watched her eyes widened and her hand quickly left his. Her lips were pressed into a line and she averted her gaze to the window. After a few seconds that held tense and thick silence, she spoke softly, "I didn't want to leave but I was scared."

He leaned forward to listen but she still didn't move from her position, eyes still fixed onto the outside. "Scared? Of me leaving you?" he asked, skeptical. She nodded slightly and sighed deeply, "People warned me to make the first move before you did... before you could have the chance to break my heart."

His mouth opened to speak but she continued on, "But in the end, I ended up hurting the both of us."

His eyes watched the girl in front of him, wondering how in the world did he come upon such perfection. She was sitting just right in front of him and yet he could feel that they were still miles apart, they still had a few tracks to cover and a few roads to discover. His fingers touched the tip of her chin and she shivered slightly from the butterflies that flew around in her stomach like it had been years since someone woke them up. He gently turned her head towards him, and his hopeful expression surprised her. It must have shown on her face because he chuckled at her.

"You know, you're one hell of a special girl. You broke me down, yet here you are, and just the sight of you completes me again. Only you can do that to me, Selena Marie." And with that, he leaned in a little more to touch her soft, pink lips.

Their lips moved perfectly in sync, like this was their first kiss in forever. She could feel the familiar pangs in her chest and she leaned into the kiss. Their lips craved for each other and nothing more than that. Desire was screaming in their chests, hands were fumbling to meet skins and lips played a burning battle that satisfied their cravings.

She was certain that no one in the universe could make her feel that way. She had fallen hard for a man whose heart she broke out of fear. And she was certain that he was the one she had been looking for. Only that, she was blind in the beginning, she had started to see clearer now. But as the famous saying goes, love is indeed blind.