You gasp. You haven't seen him since his last visit when he helped you get your life together. That was over 5 years ago. Then you were aimless, not sure what your point in life is. Now you work for a magazine. Travelling all around for the latest news.
He smiles at you and your heart skips. He is asking if you want to go get coffee, knowing you won't refuse a chance to drink coffee.
You notice he has no ring on his finger, you are hopeful for you have no ring either.
You agree to coffee and he takes you to a small coffee shop that he frequents.
You sit there in a comfortable silence across from each other and you wonder why you ever liked him. You think it must be his coffee color eyes and they way he understood what it was like having a father that wasn't around. The way he was just as culutured as you in terms of books, movies, and music. His stubbornness. How being with him was always a challenge. Being with him was exciting and new. Dean was old, predictable, easy to get along with if you took away his constant jealously. Jealously of the man sitting across from you. Logan was reliable and also predictable. He just wanted her as a way to prove he could have a girlfriend. But Jess, Jess was different. He would agrue with you, and he wouldn't always give you your way like Dean did. Like Logan did.
He asks what you are up to now, and you tell him you work for a magazine.
"Huh." Is his reply. As monosylabic as ever. He is smirking and you can see he is happy for you. You always understood him more than anyone else, and vice versa, even if neither one of you wanted to admit it. His smirk, another thing that attracted him to you. Even his constant inability to talk in more than one syllable sentances. It made him mysterious.
You two are talking now. Acting like he never left you. Like he never ripped your heart out and let it burn in the California sun. You talk about everything you can think of, movies, books, his book, music, your job, his family, your family. Especially Yale, because you feel he has to know how he helped you. You thank him for yelling at you that day, for helping you see.\
He blushes and squirms and you are surprised. It is rare that he does this. Yet you enjoy it. You see the boy inside him.
Three hours have passed. The waitress is glaring at you and him, for you have taken their table for three hours and only ordered coffee.
He stands up. You write something on a piece of paper. You stand up and follow him out of the shop. You hug each other and lightly your lips brush. You feel something that is unlike anything you have felt in a long time. You pull away and blush, looking at your shoes. He smirks and lifts your head, kissing you again, this time you don't pul away for a long time.
You say goodbye to each other, and he starts to walk away. Then you remember the paper you had been gripping in your hand and call him back. He turns and saunters over. You hand the piece of paper to him and this time you walk away first.
He reads the paper. It says, "I've missed you. Please call soon." Then your number.
You feel him watching you walk away and you smile, knowing he will call.
You think, hope, wish that this time it will work out.
And you know that this time around it will.
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