Disclaimer: I don't own. SMeyer does.
She returned to my world because of an offer made in my city.
An offer to take and make words better. Pretty them, twist them, rearrange them.
She gracefully acquiesced and put things in order.
One weekend morning, she appeared on my doorstep.
It was reminiscent of mornings past.
Time had hardly affected her, still chocolate eyes and chocolate hair, full of life.
Like fresh air coursing through stale rooms.
Communication happened frequently, especially after we parted ways.
Still, I couldn't stop my arms from wrapping 'round her. From squeezing her tight.
"I've missed you."
"And I you."