Kori wasn't sure what she was going to say to Mike. She had about a billion thoughts rolling through her head. Unfinished sentences, unformed paragraphs that probably would never morph into anything remotely intelligible. The butterflies that Mike experienced with her were in full force in her belly as well. They always were at the thought of him. Never once when his face popped up in her thoughts did the butterflies not take to flight inside of her stomach as well.
The talk was long overdue. So overdue that it was practically criminal that they hadn't actually really talked about everything, had a heart to heart about the whole ordeal, about their relationship and about where they stood. She still had that ring he'd given her. Still wore it everyday because she loved him. Loved him more every second that went by, even when she'd been unsure of where he was, if he was alive. Even now when she wasn't sure he still felt the same. It was thinking those things, that he might not love her the way he used to that had her cheeks a little red and her eyes more puffy than she'd like to have had them.
Still, she put on a smile when she heard the knock on her door. She blinked a little, making sure any tears were kept at bay and she let him in, closing the door behind them once he was inside. She just looked up at him for a moment, biting her lower lip as she drank him in. Then she all but launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his middle and burying her face in against his chest. She'd thought she could keep from crying, keep her emotions inside, but they'd been inside too long now. Much too long.
"Please," she whimpered. "I just want you to tell me the truth. Do you still l-love me th-the same as you d-did before?"