This is the first piece I've written in a long time, written for and inspired by an old friend.
He hung up the phone and walked to the door, nervously peering out the window, waiting on her to pull into the driveway. It had been years since he had seen her last so the butterflies in his stomach were no surprise. Now she was turning onto his road, only minutes away from being reunited.
A minute later he saw the car creeping slowly down the road and realized it was her as she sped up and pulled into the driveway after recognizing the house where they used to spend so much time together. He walked out onto the porch, his gaze falling upon the car she was emerging from and he was amazed. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, her dark brown, almost black hair, was shorter now but still lined her face nicely and that warm smile instantly brought back that warm feeling he used to get every time he saw her.
He made his way down the steps, walking towards the woman that had owned his heart for so many years. They both smiled and began to speak at once with the usual pleasantries as he walked closer until he was close enough to wrap her in his arms, holding her tightly to his body for what seemed like thirty minutes. Finally they broke the hug with him reaching down to take her hand and lead her inside.
Opening the door he guided her to the couch where they both collapsed next to each other and the small talk began. After spending twenty minutes catching up on each others lives he stood up heading into the kitchen.