My favorite coffee shop welcomed me with the familiar coffee scent. This shop was filled with many memories. First date. First time meeting my biological dad. First kiss. First time seeing him. His blond hair. His body. His arm tatted with many inks that each had a meaning. His green eyes that I just wanted to dive into. His crooked smile that changed my mood instantly. Him. I shake the memory away. I order my usual, iced mocha with almond milk and sprinkles. As I reach to tap my card, someone swiped for me. Confused, I look up and see him. He smiles at me with the same crooked smile. Overflown with emotion, I take my drink and run.

"Clara!" he calls out running after me. I look back and see his perfect everything running after me. He looks a bit different though. He shaved the sides of his head, it's easier to see his jawline. He got more muscular, his stronger calves, biceps, and everything about him seems so masculine. His abs piercing through his tight tank top. I feel a familiar tug in my heart as he tilts his head slightly. I look down, realizing I have stopped running. I turn to him looking him in those emerald, green eyes. He says with a soft smile that he doesn't want me to run again. We stare at each other as I feel his gentle hand glide on my cheek, pulling me in for a quick, soft hug.

"I missed you clar" he says as he plopped a kiss on my head. My heart did a somersault, and my legs buckled. He took my face in his big strong hands and kissed me. A familiar feeling of warmth ran through my body, and I found myself kissing him back. "Two seconds" I tell myself. He trails his hands all along my body. I feel myself wanting him more. But I break away from him. We are both are breathing hard. His chest is going up and down at a quick pace.

"Why did you do that?" I whisper softly, so soft only he could here. The street was quiet, only me and him.

"Because I love Clara. I love you with everything in me. I think about you every day. And dream about you every night. I know I hurt you a lot last year, but I'm better now. I got help. Now all I want is you" he says with his big green eyes filled with emotion. I'm taken back by his words. I have gotten better after he wounded me. I helped myself. I was there for myself. It took me so long to find love for myself.

"You've come back, but I no longer need you" I say, ignoring how my heart is telling me the opposite.