Could This Be Love?

He said,"I need to tell you something." I looked down at the sand. He said,"Um. We're going on tour next week." The news struck me with horror and shock. I began to cry as I realized how this would affect everything. He said quickly, tearing up himself,"Hopefully this won't change anything. We can work it out." He paused and tilted my head up. "Just like the Beatles." I said to him,"But it'll be months before we see each other again!" I collapsed in the sand as the weight of this realization came crashing down on me. I couldn't stop sobbing. Harry knelt down and embraced me in a comforting hug. It felt like we sat there for hours. When I calmed down, I asked if we could go home. We gathered our things and caught a taxi. I decided that I needed to make the most of our last week together. We got ready for bed, but instead we ended up talking on the couch. We reminisced about New York, the photo shoot, and the night he gave me the nacklace. I grabbed the small, silver airplane and held it out, never having taken it off. Harry crept closer to me and said,"It looks absolutely gorgeous on you. Kiss me, Beautiful." I met him and he kissed me on the cheek. He put his arms around me and pulled me closer. I could see his gigantic biceps flexing and I had to keep myself from swooning.