And now, that was all gone. For good…for good. God, did he not want it for good. He didn't want it at all. He wanted to go and hold her close and apologize non-stop for hurting her the way he had. He was truly sorry. He really was. If life meant going on without her, he didn't want it. He'd rather die than live without her. Maybe he would…maybe he could get rid of his heartache that way. But he had to try. He had to try to get her back. He stood up, flying to his feet, and ran down the steps and to the front door. He jerked it open to see her standing at the foot of the walk. She looked at him, her eyes big and puppy-like. Slowly, very, very slowly, he walked down the front steps. He gave her a small nod and began to approach her. She began to move her feet, one in front of the other. When he reached her, he slowly and shyly took her hand in his. He squeezed it gently and reassuringly. He licked his lips, them being dry without any of her gentle kisses in so long. He parted them and spoke softly, "I'm sorry, Baby. I never meant to hurt you. You mean the world to me. How I can be so stupid to let you go, I don't know."
She nodded slightly. "Baby, it's okay."
"No, it's not," he replied gently, running his fingers through her soft hair. She dropped her eyelids slowly and after a moment, opened them again.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," she looked at him innocently.
He pulled her into a tight hug and just stood there, in front of his house, hugging her close to him. He turned his head, kissed her cheek, and then rested it on top of hers. "I love you so, so much," he whispered. "I'm sorry I even thought about letting you go."
She hugged him tighter in reply and buried her face in his chest. He smiled to himself, stroking her hair. 'I've got her back,' he thought happily. 'I've got her back.'