“You will love it here!” That’s what he’ll cry, when he welcomes her finally. He will wrap his arms around those shoulders again and painstakingly apply little kisses all over her face, and she’ll giggle.
“I know I will,” she’ll say, between giggles, joyful to be with him again, joyful to be on the threshold of a new life.
“I’ll grab your suitcases,” he’ll offer with giddy nervousness, turning toward the carousel, eager to get the suitcases and get her home where he will greet her properly.
“I’ll come with you,” she’ll laugh, and interlace their fingers more tightly to show him she will never let go again. Not then, not ever.
And wrapped in each other, they’ll wait, only half-watching the bags go by, because the future will be in each other’s faces, and they will have waited so very long to get there.
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