The little worn down wooden canopy at the end of the steps lead to the old terrace, and as my pointed heels clanked across the threshold, it felt like the world was suddenly at my feet because after so long, you were finally by my side.
The rugged feel of your stubble and your mischievously discheveled hair was exactly as I remembered, but the sweet smell of alcohol on your breath was new and your slightly intoxicated eyes gave away the misery you usually managed to hide well.
Your stories seemed to flow like a river, punctuated often with poignantly exchanged glances and bouts of attractive laughter that had by then become a rarity in my life.
We stood there for hours, your heavy breath, nestling words of passionate despair into my ears, as the winds gently slapped strands of hair against my slightly damp eyes that were burdened with layers of memories, mascara and kohl.
Your calloused, warm hands gently twirled me around, our dance defying the pace of the tempest music that played somewhere in the background and once again I found myself falling deeper in love with you as every minute passed.
The sky had transformed into the most expensive painting, the clouds swirling in a palette of exquisite colors, Your eyes tracing my curves in a little black dress I had borrowed from my best friend and your body pushing the arch of my back perfectly against the low railing. Though it had been so long, it felt like we had never been apart.
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