"So, there he was.It was early in the morning.His hands were cold.He couldn't wait for the clock to move that stick.Months of expectation and imagination, all the stories that he heard, all the things that he felt, all the things that can happen from the moment the he would see her.What if...what if...that's all he could thing for the past few days, and he hated that.He liked to get everything straight, so in case something goes the wrong way, he could fix it.
But that wasn't the case...he knew that.You can't do it all the time.Especially with people, with the ones you like, the ones you hate, the ones you love.He was resigned.All he could do was wait.
The clock was ticking, but wasn't enough.It had to move faster.His mind was tired because of the bad night of sleep, so he needed to calm down.He talked to his friend about random thoughts, checked his e-mail, drank some coffee.Normally, he is a patient person...but that was consuming him.
Then finally, she came, more beautiful than ever.His body just went for the hug.That sweet scent came up through his mind.The warm sensation of her arms was conforting his soul.He was in peace.He was happy.
But all started to come back to him...
What if...what if? What if that was the only piece of confort he would have? What if he already lost her? What if the time has extinguished all the things that could have happend?
It doesn't matter.He didn't know what he had to do, but he knew what he could do and what to expect.
He couldn't lose hope, he couldn't fear the truth, he had nothing to lose.Confidence and excitement filled his heart.He was OK, for now..."
