The bar room door swings open, revealing its smoky insides and its moving components, fluttering people, all scurrying this way and that. He walks inside, or rather, is pushed inside by two fat men, leather clad, and already reeking of alcohol. Always being pushed around in life he takes it as no surprise, that once pushed through the door to the bar he is immediately shouldered off by the giant men without so much as a glance to even recognize that he existed. Lack of acknowledgement, this was the story of his life. Smoothing the wrinkles from his shirt he looks around the bar for her. The smoke, stinging his eyes, fogs his view, but in the far distance of the room he can see her silhouette. He moves in closer as if focusing the lens of a camera, so all he can see is her; everything else is just background complementing her. She is so beautiful, smoking her cigarette, looking so lonely, so desperate, so cold, and sad. His heart jumps alive at the sight of her, as if her hands were around his heart shaking it, awaking it from a long and dark slumber. His steps toward her are small, slight and broken. She doesn’t expect him to be here, a bar is not his style. He is a hopeless romantic stuck in a world full of people who have lost all interest in true romance. They are taking up space, merely obstacles in the way preventing him from getting to her. They are senseless, purposeless animals. These people of the bar draw what little confidence he had away from him, and push it to a seemingly unreachable plain. He gasps for air as he stares at her. She reaches for her drink and raises it to her lips. “I wonder if she is thinking of me,” he asks himself as his heart sinks from being alone, and pondering the thought that she may have already forgotten him. It is this sinking feeling that compels him to move forward, to speak to her, to end this burning pain of separation. He approaches her. Wishing he was someplace other than this bar, someplace that wasn’t crawling with people, he places his shaking hand on her shoulder, she tenses and attempts to move away from him. “My love,” he whispers, “I know I have been gone, distant, and far out of reach. Blame me for your pain. The days I have been gone I have thought of you and only you, and all the moments we have shared.” He paused and could feel her breathing on his neck. “I’m sorry if it appears I ran away. Sometimes it is necessary for one to step away to realize the full value of things possessed. I look at you and you have this intriguing beauty about you. You are strange and new to me, and you unlock doors of feelings and sensations that have never been opened before. Each time I see you feel a sensation pass through me that is indescribable. You are a rarity, golden and unique, that leaves me breathless. Like the sunrise after a violent storm, I see you and thank god that I am alive.” Her breathing became calm and smooth, and he could feel her surrendering herself to him. “This time by myself has made me realize that I love you, and cannot do with out you. Thank you for being patient with me.” He pulled away from her, from her radiating warmth and the soft canvas of her cheek. A single tear was beginning to meander its way down her face. "Such a fortunate and beautiful journey," he thought to himself.  "My words... my words have moved her, and she is again mine."