She interrupted him
Mid sentences
By leaning over the table, running her hands through his hair
"You've cut it" she commented, pulling at his now shorter hair.
An idiotic comment considering he's cut it a hundred times since they last saw each other
"I liked it better long" she noted as if her words meant a thing.
Or maybe they did.
He looked at her eyes, focused on his hair. Her long delicate fingers through his short brown hair, he whispered "I miss you" and he lent forward, "I'm sorry" she said, it's something she should have said years ago, "I've always loved you the most" her words barely a whisper and she lent in to him, to his lips, to the place where she should have always been all along.
