His eyes roam around the room, resting his gaze momentarily
on each person as he does so, his heart warming as he takes in the sight of
their smiles and laughter. This was
exactly the evening he envisioned. The
perfect evening for her.
They had made their way to the restaurant under the cover of
darkness a few hours before. He simply
telling her to trust him when she would ask where they were going. I always trust you, she would smile.
Her mother had called a few days before. He had sat in his chair pretending to read a
book as he listened to the sound of happiness inflected in Taylor’s voice as
they spoke. And when she hung up, he
couldn’t help but not a different inflection, a small hint of sadness, though
she never said so.
He knew she missed them, knew that the greatest part of the
reason she missed them was due to her desire to be with him and their desire to
keep their relationship private for the time being. He knew all too well what missing someone you
love felt like. He had felt it
extensively and painfully during the time she was absent from him.