She makes the call wondering if its their last
He answers overwhelmed with hopeful possibilities

She lets him in pointing him toward her room
He walks buzzing with anxiety and excitement

She closes the door nervous, trying to hide it
He sits on her bed staring at her with as loving a gaze as he could muster

She sits next to him but not to close
He readies his story, irons out the points he wants to make

She tries not to drown in the silence
He struggles with his words, fighting to fit them into logical sentences.

She looks away ready to ask him to leave
He says, “I love you. Can’t that be enough?”

She looks back at him wondering how it got to this place
He places his hand on her shoulder

She sits and focuses on his hand, this physical connection
He almost wishes he never said it, almost

She says, “Why did you come here if that’s all you were gonna say?”
He almost answers but stops and thinks about it

She rises frustrated with his lack of response
He says, “Because it’s the truth.”

She replies with a quick, “What?”
He says, “I love you and that’s all that matters.”

She stares, stunned at his definite tone and eloquent words
He stands a few inches taller all the while without taking his eyes off of her

She shutters feeling his heartbeat in their close proximity
He doesn’t touch her but they are close enough to sync their breathing

She almost pulls away but his magnetism keeps her from doing anything
He drags his fingers up her arm and caresses her face

She finally moves and holds his hand to her face, taking in his scent
He rests his head on hers and presses his face into her hair surrounding himself with her.

They kiss.
They forgive.