Sunflower

You get up and cross the room and I turn my head, following you like a sunflower follows the sun.

A low chuckle escapes your lips, those wonderful lips. ”I won’t disappear when you stop looking at me, you know.” you say. I nod ”I know.” but I can’t keep my eyes off you.

You’re standing there, at the window, like you had never stopped standing there. I can’t remember how long I haven’t seen you standing there so naturally. Seeing you brush a strand of your dirty blonde hair back, now much longer than the last time I saw you, and put one of your hands in the pocket of your jeans, I can’t imagine you not doing exactly that right here right now.

”There are flowers growing in your garden.” ”I know. I like flowers.” ”I know.” Silence. It’s a comfortable silence. Maybe I just think it is because your presence here in my bedroom makes me feel comfortable.

You turn to me again. Looking me in the eyes like you always did. Your meadow green eyes, only now do I realize how much I missed looking into your eyes. Seeing the love and affection you have for me. I never questioned if you loved me or not because one look into your eyes told me everything I needed to know.

You turn away again. I don’t, I never stop looking at you. You look at the things lying all across my desk. Chaos. Pencils and paper, gum wrappers and a collection of mugs. And in between all that chaos there is a framed picture. It’s not just any picture though, and you know that. It’s the most important picture I have ever taken. It’s a picture of you and me in this room, but a few years younger. The picture shows us the very first time we met.

”You still have that.” you say, holding the picture frame in hand while you turn back to me. ”Yes.” I don’t need to tell you why I still have the picture and what it means to me, you know.

You put the picture back, turning it until it looks the same as before. You look at me again. ”Nothing changed.” I nod.

”I missed you.” I say. You smile ”I missed you too.”