Time Warp.

As I sat there gazing out of the window, I saw him standing there. Just like the first time, and then I’m suddenly dragged into a time warp of memories. It’s all coming back to me now. That night at dinner, when he played with the silver ring on my finger.
“You’re just ready for love aren’t you?” he asked, smiling.
“I’m ready for you…”
“Always good with the words.”
“Here before I forget, this is long overdue. I hope you like it, it isn’t as great as I had planned it to be. Still, I hope you like it.” I handed him the small green bag.
He pulled out the t-shirt, and smirked my favourite smirk.
“You had this custom-made?”
“More like I custom-made it.”
“Really? Wow, thanks hun,” he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
I simply gazed back into his eyes, and I knew that night was special.
Little did I know, however, that it would be the only one that was as special for a very long time...
So there I was sitting, so many hours, days, weeks, months and years later. Sitting in the same restaurant, he didn’t notice me as I sat watching him sip on his watermelon juice .
“Keira? Keira?”
“Huh, what?”
“What are you daydreaming about?”
“Er… nothing.. Sorry.”
I took one last long glance at him before I got back to my dinner, and just as I was turning away he caught my eye.
He looked at me, with the sparkle of the little orange lights that hung on the tree branches above him and it was then I knew.
He remembered us too.