Personal Miracle.

The rain continued to pour.
Dis-orientated and numb, I traced each single droplet that ran down the window. Each pure, water source that held the key to so many opportunities was outside, out of my reach. This was familiar.
I gazed out, my breathing staggered and my heart so ripped that I wondered how I was still alive.
This pain was physical and I clutched at my torso, letting out forced breaths now and then.
I allowed my sub-conscious mind to comprehend every thought and idea that flittered through my head. Decisions that exited as fast as they had come. My mind ached dully with the effort.
And soon as the decision was made, I was running. Only stopping to grab my mobile, not even a jumper meaning I was heading out into the rain in jeans and a cotton shirt. I skimmed the stairs in hasten and shoved through the thick wall of bodies that blocked up the wide hallway downstairs. Leaving a screaming destruction behind me, I ran clumsily to the nearest bus shelter and pulled out the mobile that was jammed uncomfortably in one of my pockets. She answered on the second ring, much to my relief.
"Where is he?" My words tripped out, hardly understandable. Her voice drifted abruptly back.
"The owl sanctuary by the park. He left about ten minutes ago- try the collection of apple trees on the far left side".
Slamming down the phone, I peered wildy around in search for a bus. One was slowly turning the corner, heading straight for the shelter I was in. I waved frantically even though I knew it was on course to stop here anyway.
The ride felt extremely long and I sat in the nearest seat to the exit, staring irritatably out the window, into the dark night. I knew that, by sitting there, I was wasting precious time. This wasn't over, he knew it, I knew it. I couldn't, I wouldn't let go- I knew, deep down, that I needed him. More than anyone I'd ever depended on, he was the only one I could never live without. Now all I needed was to hear his voice, whatever the outcome.
After minutes that felt like excruciating hours, the owl sanctuary rolled into view. Stabbing the crimson 'stop' button, I made for the door, stumbling out, tripping on the invisible curb.
The gates were still open, although the time on my mobile told me it was past seven in the evening. Bright floodlights were lined all along the wide gravel path and I followed, always heading to the east. The several cafes, full of bird enthusiasts, were open, spilling light on the long yellow grass that rippled in the increasing wind. The rain bit at my cheeks and soon, after five minutes of running, my shirt was drenched and my jeans extremely damp. The irritating wind blew my wet, tangled hair around my face and it was a struggle to locate the way I was going in.
The apple orchard was so familiar to me that I'm sure I could walk it blindfolded. As soon as the overpowering scent of ripe apple hit me, memories flooded non-stop to my mind.
Pushing that aside, I quietly followed the lit grassy path that twined around the swaying trees. Now all I could concentrate on, was successfully finding him. Minutes passed before I stumbled across a small clearing. This took me momentarily by surprise. The clearing was bathed in soft light from the lanterns that hung daintly from the trees. If it wasn't raining, the sight would be stunning. I made for the opening in the sparse trees, not looking to my right in the slightest.
So it threw me off guard when a confused voice sounded from the right.
"Ali?" I spun around in fright.
There he sat, my personal miracle.
His hair wet and glistening and those eyes wide and confused. I froze, flexing my fingers unconsciously.
"What're you doing?" My heart stuttered at that voice.
James rose and began to walk forward, his eyes still fixed on my face in wonder.
I was overwhelmed. By the beauty and serenity that warmed my body, even when it was pouring with rain and we were both shivering wrecks. And soon, the tears that slid down my face were my own. Neither of us spoke until my feet swiftly broke into a run and with such force, I threw myself at him. Binding my arms around his neck, I sobbed into his already rain-soaked t-shirt. His arms tightened around my waist and crushed me to his chest. I clutched at him, breathing in his sweet scent. I felt his lips at my hair and knew that soon, my heart was going to completely and utterly explode.
The past four solitary weeks meant nothing and those amazing ten months before that. All the sadness our separation caused me was erased permanently from my mind and all that filled my mind was him.
I suddenly remembered the crumpled note in the back pocket of my jeans. In my mind, I ran through those four words that only I would ever want to hear.
I am forever yours.