Art felt her arms drop and he instantly got sad. Depression seemed to settle into his heart when she let go. Art reached and grabbed her arms, pulling them around him again, amazed at the fact what with her his feelings changed so quickly.<br/>"Don't get me wrong, Cynthia, I missed you. I just can't jump feet first into this. I have to take my time and ease back to the way we were." He tugged her closer again, wrapping his arms around her waist.<br/>"I will never think of you in a horrible way. You were..."he paused to think of the word he was looking for without being mean. "too mainstream, for lack of a better word." He finished. He looked over at her.<br/>Carefully, he turned her head toward him with a finger under her chin. He didn't pull and she could not look if she wanted. "Look at me, beautiful. Please, I need to see those eyes again. The same ones that haunted me when I sleep, made me happy when I was awake. They seem to look through me, yet see me at the same time. See me in ways no one else has seen me before or ever will again." He said, slowly inching closer.<br/>"Cyn, can I kiss you? Please?" He asked, not wanting there to be a misunderstanding.