Before my head began to buzz with excruciating pain I remember thinking, 'Ah, I wish I remembered how she smiled at me when she told me she loved me for the first time.' Now, as I look into her eyes, every memory we’ve ever created together, even the memories without her, are flashing before my eyes in a rapid pace. It's like watching vintage snippets of my life unfold.
"I missed you baby." I watch her eyes pool with tears when she finally realises that it's me, the real me.
"Cyler, it's r-really you isn't it?" With a shaky voice, her teary eyes search mine and I can't help smirking softly.
"Mm, it's really me." Her arms are quick to clasp around me, forcefully pushing us against each other. Has she ever hugged me so desperately? Wrapping my arms around her, the palm of my hand rests
