It's getting late, but I don't mind...

He was there, standing outside of the Starbucks where I'd told him to meet me. His eyes searched the parking lot.

Parking haphazardly, I ran towards him, catching him in an embrace that nearly propelled him backwards.

We entered the coffee shop to buy a large cup of brew, holding hands and giggling like we'd just discovered love for the first time. "Marry me," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear, and I laughed and agreed for the millionth time.

I love him, and I always always will.