My Colorado is parked next to the play swings and a set of oak trees in Talon Park. While opening the driver’s door, I hear my name being called out from the set of trees and look up.
Jory steps out. He sports a wool coat, Timberland boots, and a wool scarf, which is snug around his throat, prepared for the upcoming snow storm that will inevitably halt the city’s activity for a day or two. His hands are stuffed into his pockets to stay warm. A nervous smile is delicately spread over his handsome and chiseled face as he nods his head.
My heart races within my chest. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him. He looks thinner now with a very short haircut. My hands begin to shake and my knees wobble. I think to myself, He’s found me. I don’t know why, but he has. Maybe he’s been looking
