Here I Am - Air Supply (lyrics) Рџћµ 99%

The rain didn’t feel poetic to Elias; it just felt cold. He sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, three years of "getting over her" finally stacked up like a sturdy brick wall. He had deleted the photos, moved to a new neighborhood, and learned how to make coffee for one without feeling the sting of the empty chair across from him.

He was safe. He was settled. He was finally, truly, over it. Then the bell above the door chimed. Here I Am - Air Supply (Lyrics) рџЋµ

Elias felt the brick wall he’d spent years building turn into wet sand. All the "I’m doing fine" speeches he’d practiced in the mirror vanished. In an instant, he wasn't a man who had moved on; he was the same person who had waited by the phone, hoping for a sign. The rain didn’t feel poetic to Elias; it just felt cold

He didn't even have to look up to know it was her. It was the way the air in the room seemed to shift, or perhaps it was just the familiar rhythm of her footsteps—a soft, hesitant cadence he had once known better than his own heartbeat. He was safe