It hits 12:05 when you finally pull up in front of me in your car. I walk over to the passenger side, my arms folded and a scowl on my face. I open the car door, climbing inside and fastening my seatbelt.<br/><br/>"How many times have I told you not to be fucking late? You didn't even open the car door for me, nothings changed!" I yell.<br/><br/>I then look up into your eyes, finally. Your gaze making me melt, turning me to jelly, butterflies flapping in my stomach, knees buckling. I soften up instantly.<br/><br/>"It's SO good to see you." I whisper, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek, wrapping my arms around your neck to hug you close. A tear almost escapes my eyes, but I fight it back. The last time I saw you was when you packed your bags and walked out the door on me because of my paranoia.<br/><br/>I wonder if you still think about me often.