They will sit next to each other on the rocks office couch – close, but not touching. A slightly awkward silence will envelope them; neither of them will know how to break it. Neither of them will know what to say.
She will say something, anyways.
"Who would have thought that three years from when we first met, we'd be in the exact same situation we started in?"
"What do you mean?"
She will reply, "You know. Getting to know each other, again, this time. Carefully working around each other, not knowing what the other is thinking. Nervousness, excitement. Not dating anyone. The works."
He'll consider her words, and then laugh lightly.
"No. Something has changed."
She will look at him questioningly.
"The way I feel about you," he will explain. "We're not strangers anymore. You're….well, you're you. . My Summer."
She'll gaze at him softly, tears filling her eyes.
"You still feel that way about me?"
"Baby," he'll breathe, "it'll always be you. It's always been you."
She will say it more simply, in less words that are just a powerful.
"I love you."