turn to walk away so he won’t see me cry, and have taken exactly one step when he says my name and reaches for me. And that’s all it takes: he closes the distance, pulling me against him, and his hands are cradling my jaw and his mouth is on mine as if it’s always wanted to be there. For one long, breathless moment, nothing exists but him and the way he is kissing me. “I would give anything for things to have been different,” he says. And then he walks away, disappearing into the crowd of people boarding their flight.
