I wasn't dreaming. He was standing there looking exactly as I'd left him. He wore a shirt a size too big for him; his jeans were faded, not because they had been styled that way, but because of the number of times they'd been washed. His messy brown hair somewhat obscured his blue-grey eyes. But it was in those very eyes that I noticed a change. They weren't lighted and shining as they once had been. His face looked tired, and there were bags under his eyes. There was light stubble on his face, something he detested. Right now his face was a mask of shock and I knew it mirrored my expression.
Mark. There he was, the love of my life standing a few feet from me and I couldn't just go and run into his arms. With shaking legs, I got up and started walking towards him, and he did the same. T
