Oh, and happy anniversary, Luke!
Here's my scene:
It was a beautiful wedding, and I was happy for them, really, I was. It’s just that, well, it sucks being alone at a wedding. It sucks being alone any day knowing that the person you love is thousands of miles away and has been, and will be, for months.
So I may have been moping, just a little bit, when my dad came and found me. He said Jenny needed help with her corsage or something and led me back to the group. When we got there, Jenny stepped to the side and I gasped.
There he was, in his dress blues, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He stood up and hugged me. I held him tight, tears in my eyes. He kissed me, but it wasn’t the kiss I wanted, the kiss I’d been waiting for. It was an everyone is watching, including your father, kind of kiss.
My cousin came up and whispered in my ear, “you better marry this one.” Oh, I plan to.
We walked around and said our hellos, waiting for the moment when we could slip away. Every time we looked at each other I could hear his thoughts echoing mine. I felt like the sparks flickering between us were so obvious even my grandmother would notice. We got out of there as soon as we could.
In the dark, under the stars I said, “I missed you.”
Then he pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around me. Chest to chest I swear I could feel his heart beating. He pressed his lips to mine and I kissed him back with three month’s worth of longing.
His voice was low as he whispered in my ear, “I missed you, too.”