I looked at your eyes when
you saw me for the first time
after the longest time
and it has this sparkle
I've never seen before.

Maybe I never looked at you hard enough,
or maybe you were as surprised as I am
or maybe that's what happens
when you miss someone so much,
when you see them, a flame ignites within you.

Whatever the reason is,
I'm glad I saw you.
I'm glad you held my hand.
I'm glad we talked.
I'm glad you walked me home.
I'm glad I met you.

I hope you too.

I hope this is not the last.