This story begins like many others before it. In many ways, it’s fashioned the same way as most stories, but in a way, there’s something particularly special about it. This is a story about love; the truest, most affectionate and most passionate love you could ever imagine. And as many love-affairs go, there are obstacles and a force keeping the lovers apart. Anyhow, on to the story, then? It begins on a plane flying through the air, over the bluest sea and through the most heavenly of clouds, on its way to London.
A girl sits by the window, looking out over the sea and the clouds. Her face is round, and her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are the colour of the high, green grass in the summer and the deep brown of a chestnut, of the falling leaves in autumn and of the heavy grey skies during winter. Her hair is long and burning red. Her pink lips mouths softly along with the tunes in her ears and the beating of her heart. She’s wearing a soft, light dress, the colour of the clouds in the sky, the same colour of the clouds that floats outside the window; the same clouds that she’s gazed upon close to an hour. She’s counting down the minutes, and the hours are passing by enormously fast than what they used to. An hour used to be an eternity, and a minute was a month, and the cold winter was chillier than it used to. But come spring, it all changed. The last months had been wonderful, but it was now that it changed. It was now that her once broken heart had been lifted and pieced together, ever since her eyes met those green eyes. Spring came in February this year, and any other year than this, February would have been her least favourite month. February was usually the time for bad days, ruined parties and a bad case of Valentine’s famous depression. But this year, this year it had changed her life.
As she sat there, she let the voice of Andrew McMahon and the soft clinks of the keys on a piano guide her through the clouds and her thoughts. She could see land now, cities and buildings and rivers. Not much time left, then. Her stomach was filled over the top with fireflies, like when they’re swarming about along the river, flickering and fluttering everywhere. Although these ones were as big as butterflies, and her stomach twisted and it turned, but in the best possible way. Thoughts were running through her head like there was an Olympic marathon going on. All she could think about was the moment that lay before her. The moment she’d meet his eyes again. Those green eyes.

The music was loud, but he couldn’t dare to sing along. He drove past Piccadilly Circus, Big Ben and people were everywhere. He was on his way to the airport. He’d been waiting for this day for so long now, and now, only half an hour left, it was unbearable. He used to think that it couldn’t get harder than it was, but this was the most difficult day of his life. The last time he’d seen her, she’d been crying in his arms, never wanting to let go. But she’d been forced to, and she’d gotten on the plane back home, even though it wasn’t home for her. Home lied in his heart, with him, and there existed no other place where she’d rather be. He’d wiped the tears away from her eyes, and told her that it’d be alright. Everything would be alright. He hadn’t quite believed himself when he told her, but now, now he knew he was right. Everything will be alright. At least for a while, he thought to himself. He pulled up on the parking lot by the airport. He sighed and met his own eyes in the mirror. Finally.
The plane landed with a small thump, and then it stood solid on the ground. She took her bags and belongings, and walked down the hall to the airport itself. She looked out through the windows; the sun was shining, but it was still somewhat clouded. The airport swam with people running around, stressing, standing still, meeting loved ones. She smiled to herself. She’d be one of those people soon enough. She went out into the waiting hall, and walked over to a window and sat down, with her bags on the floor. And then she waited. Every minute seemed an hour, but it was an hour closer to her forever after. All of a sudden she stood up, like she’d been struck by electric. She just knew. She turned around and looked to the end of the hall. And there he was. Her heartbeat grew a thousand times faster, and it jumped with joy. Her eyes sparkled and her mouth formed a blinding smile.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and looked at it for a fraction of a second, and then he threw it away. Hell, I don’t need it. His eyes were smiling and he went inside to once again get his dose of heroin. This’ll make up for it. He arrived at the waiting lounge, and he noticed her within seconds. There she was, standing with her red hair contrasting perfectly against the white dress she was wearing. He met her eyes through the crowd and instantly, his heart beat faster. He didn’t hesitate for even a moment, but he did make his way through the crowd and when he was a meter away, nothing could hold them apart. She took a fast step and found herself in his arms, his warm arms. He held her close and drew in the scent of her in one huge dose. They stood there, for hours to some, only seconds to other, just holding onto each other, as if they were struggling to keep themselves above the surface instead of drowning. But it was a fact; they were drowning in each other. They filled themselves with each other, like water in their lungs, like they were all they needed to breathe. None of them spoke a word. He placed a kiss on her forehead, and her cheek and then one right upon her soft lips. With a little imagination, you could see them burning; a violent, passionate fire, yet not out of control. The kiss could last for a lifetime, but there was no need for it. She kissed back, fully, deeply. Then she smiled and he smiled back.
- Finally. What took you so long? She said and rolled her eyes, with a smile on her lips.
- Oh, I took long? He answered. I’m not the one who had to wait until July to come, you know, he said teasingly and put his arm around her. Want any help with those bags o’yours?
She nodded, and grabbed one herself. Then they walked through the halls and out of the airport. When they came outside, light summer rain was pouring down in the late afternoon, soaking everything and anything in its way. The girl laughed and tossed her hair back.
- What a welcome England brought me. Can’t get much better than this, can it?
- Oh, you bet it can, he said smiling, and lifted her up, spun her around and kissed her again and again in the radiant rain.
He didn’t get an answer to that, but her smile spoke for itself. When he saw her smile, he saw the sun shining brightly. This was the reason that he was alive. She made him alive. She brought sunshine to his darkest skies, and she chased away every fear, every tear, and every ounce of badness. No one in the entire universe could compare to her.
Her light dress was soaked all the way through when they went into his car at last. Her skin was wet and smooth, and her hair was dripping wet. She ran her hands through it.
- Oh dear. Well, at least I don’t have to take a shower now, I suppose.
He smiled at her, and tangled his fingers though her hair.
- Well, of course not. But don’t worry. You look beautiful.
Her cheeks blushed to a deep rosy pink, and then she looked down, her hair falling across her face, hiding her cheeks and her smile.
- You can’t believe how much I’ve missed you since last time, she spoke silently, as if she was treading over fragile glass and delicate dreams. Her eyes were closed and her eyelashes seemed longer than usual. The eyeliner was smudged around her eyes. After all, it was raining. His hand touched her face gently, and she gazed into his eyes.
- I’ve missed you too love, he told her, and his lips brushed against hers and their lips united, yet again, for a kiss. The sky was darkening outside, and they watched the sunset from his favourite place, up on a hill. They sat in the car, holding hands. She’d dried up by now, and so had he. He saw her getting chills and her skin got goose bumps. He removed his shirt and wrapped it around her to keep her warm. She drew him closer to her and kissed his neck. The faint moon shone in upon them, and the cold air rose outside. But the windows dimmed, and inside, two hearts were sharing the same heartbeat; two persons became one.