Pulling her in, I hugged her, I held her just like I would if she was my sister. Because that's what she was now, she wasn't just my best friend anymore, she was family.
“I'm just so happy to see you.” Squeezing her tighter, I whispered. “But I never expected to see that piece of shit again.”
Pushing back, Sara smiled and giggled. “Yeah, I know what I said about junking it, but the shit box has grown on me.” A soft flicker sparked in her eyes as she laughed softly. “So, about this guy who swooped in like Superman—”
“What about him?” I asked, cutting her off and eyeing her through slit lids.
“Well, I almost ruined his life too, I should probably apologize for it, don't you think?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “I might be able to help you with that.” There were a few things I wanted to say to him too.
What he did for me was something I could never forget, it wasn't possible.
Saying thank you wasn't enough, it didn't fully explain the feelings that smoldered my body, making it hard to breathe, making it hard to think, to sleep.
He was there everyday, every moment.
I knew what I wanted.
And I hated myself for doubting him.
