But now that I’m closer to him than I have been in years, it, and everything else I’ve ever felt for him, has come rushing back to the surface, threatening to overtake me. I steel myself, battling against the surge of emotion that wants me to get out of the car and go to him. Part of me begs for the comfort of his embrace, while the other, louder part replays his last words to me. I’ll be back, princess. I promise.
