As he walked towards the door, he felt this huge lump in his throat and an anticipation that makes you want to vomit nerves. Quietly, he counted
Three..
Two..
One..
Between trusting your feelings and taking chances, learning hard lessons from your past or losing and finding happiness all over again, today as he turned to his left to look at the figure in front of him, the girl-in-the-pink-crocs once again managed to take his breath away. And in that single moment all else was forgotten because what mattered right then weren't the months of silence or the arbitrary questions that followed, what mattered were the eyes staring right back at him, consoling him that this is what matters in the end. For if there is anything that he had learnt in all those times of mental agony, it was that what is meant to be will always find a way.
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