““We’re actual idiots for messing this up,” he said, taking another drag on his cigarette. The ghost of a smile lingered on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They remained cold and distant, focused on a point above the girl’s head. There was a time when he could have watched her forever, when every second he did not stare at her felt like wasted time. But right now the only thing looking at her did was cause him pain. It had been too long since he’d thought things between them would ever change. “We really are,” she agreed, pulling the sleeves of her coat over her hands to protect them from the cold. “Do you believe in timing? In bad timing? In meeting a person at the wrong time?” He did turn to look at her then, and regretted it the instant he took in her face. There was so much hope in her eyes, so much unwavering faith that he seemed completely unable to shatter, no matter how many times they had failed to make things between them work. “I guess, but it’d be too easy to blame it on timing.” He took one more drag, then stubbed the cigarette out on the ground. His mouth already tasted of ash as it was. She crinkled her nose when he blew the remnants of smoke out through his mouth, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not now that she was beginning to dig up excuses for their unability to meet the other one halfway. For some reason they had been running in circles for almost a year now, always missing each other, never admitting how they felt when they both felt the same way. What was so difficult about want and need when the feeling was returned? Why were they always running away from each other when things got serious? It was as much his fault as it was hers, but all good things came to an end and the time of running was over. Now there was only confrontation and a solution, but no more made up excuses for them. He couldn’t take one more day of uncertainty. “Yes, it would be too easy,” she said, taking a step toward him, “and I don’t think timing is important if two people are meant to be together.“ She rolled up her sleeves and took his hands in hers, sending a wave of warmth down his back. “Truth is we’re scared. Yes,” she added with a laugh, “not just me. You’re just as scared. You don’t want to get hurt and I understand. But we’ve been living in the past for so long. Turning over reasons why we didn’t end up together when we could have spent last year working on making more time for each other.” Her thumb brushed over his palm as she came closer still, so close he could count the freckles on her nose. “We don’t meet the right people at the wrong time. We should let the past slide and stop caring about good or bad and right or wrong. If you meet the right person, you make time for them. You fight for them to stay in your life. I didn’t fight. I took you and the feelings you had for me for granted. And from now on I am going to fight. I am going to do anything to keep you right where you are - at my side, whether or not you think our timing was right or wrong.””
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