The elevator heads up and I check myself out in the mirroring walls of the box. I looked like hell and I certainly had been through it. A change of clothes might have been nice.
The door dings and the elevator opens. I'm welcomed to a hall with one door and two men standing outside of it, they turn to see me.
Shock fills their face "Is Mr.Jones home?" They look unsure of what their next move is. But then the tall one nods his head.
"Thanks, Arthur" They unlock the door. His place was dark, with dark lighting, dark accents, and furniture. It suited him, the sleekness of it all, and how perfectly neat the place was.
As I walk forward a glass staircase can be seen ahead of me, it faces all of Boston. A view that people simply dream of. But at the bottom of the staircase was him, his hands in his face. He hadn't moved, he was stuck there. 
The sound of me entering didn't even phase him. I heard a soft sob leave his mouth and as I stepped closer he didn't move an inch.
"Sorry I'm late to dinner" he freezes for a moment and slowly his dark brown eyes gaze up to mine. I felt myself begin to break at the sight of him.
There were no words shared, we stared at one another. Taking in each other's presence, accepting who we both were. Every cent of pain left over, allowing it to linger, because in the end did it really matter?
Within a few seconds, he gets up from the stairs wrapping his arms around me, and for the first time in a long time, I'm home. 
His eyes peer down into mine in confusion "I wore contacts genius" A smile forms on his face from my reply. 
"I love you too" His words send my stomach into a swarm of butterflies as my heart itself flutters.
"What?"
"You said 'I love you Amartolós, you stupid idiot'-well I love you too" his words flow through my ears sending tears to my face again.
"You do?"
"Who couldn't love you Hope" My arms made their way around his neck and the room fell away. We were destined to meet, one way or another the universe was always pulling us back together.
As if he was some stronger force in my life that I'd been pulled towards. Some invisible string that tied me to him. Even when I tried to ignore it, the memories, thoughts, and dreams of him. He always consumed my mind the most.
No matter how many times I wanted to deny it. Pack it away and shove it under my bed to try and forget it. Theo Jones would never go away, and neither would my love for him.
So as our lips connect for the first time in years. Kissing is the purest form of physical affection there was. Sex was intimate sure, you could have sex with anyone. But a kiss, a kiss like this, my god. It changes your world. The connection of simply two lips can blow your mind. 
He pulls back, glancing back into my eyes. The world stops for the briefest second and the anticipation for the follow-up kiss is already building. 
But then it happens again. Your lips meet again, and it feels like the most right thing in the world. It reminds me of our first kiss, the one that took me by surprise. Because after fighting for ten minutes over something stupid, our lips connected. The fear of what is keeping us from pursuing what we want.