We sat on the bench, and I held her hands in mine, tracing the contours I'd never forgotten, and rubbing a gentle circle on the exact spot I knew that relaxed her.
"After my degree, I moved to New York." She explained, "I was miserable throughout college. I constantly wanted you. No-one ever lived up to you…" She sighed, "I knew I had to make things right… So when I moved back I looked you up. I discovered you'd gotten a job at Masen Publishers… Words can't describe how proud I was of you Edward." She smiled up at me, and I moved a piece of stray hair away from her face, "You were only a Junior back then… Three years later you were a Senior Editor…" She frowned suddenly, "Edward I tried… I tried to make it right honestly. Sometimes I thought if I just bumped into you in Starbucks, or walked past you at lunch time… But I could never bring myself to do it… Not until now."
I leaned down and put my forehead against hers, "I understand now… Truly Bella I do… But none of it matters… We will never speak of it again, apart from reminiscing about our story when we tell our children, and our grandchildren…" I grinned, leaning closer and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.
She smiled, but then sighed as she whispered, "Why won't you kiss me yet?"
"Not until I have you alone, because I'm afraid if I kiss you, I won't ever stop."
She giggled in spite of herself, and moved closer to me, "So… What does this mean now? For us?"
"Well personally, I want it to mean that you and I can be together like we should've been all along, and we can live happily, with wedding rings on our fingers and children around us."
She shut her eyes as I spoke, "Sounds perfect to me."