Found

I dragged the mail out of the box and sighed, flipping through the envelopes and junk mail ads.  "Keep....keep.....toss...definitely toss...."  My fingers fumbled for the keys while still sorting mail, which was more than I expected to get in my first week of receiving any mail at my new home.

Home.  I'd only been here for a week and yet....so much has happened, so much to mark it as my own.  I took a moment to look around at the chaos so cutely piled in the large living room (cutely because it looks so dwarfed in the room), my eyes falling on the dining room which is currently my bedroom.  To say so much has happened there is not to suggest anything sexual in nature.  It just happened to be the place where history began shoving itself into our faces.

And the place where I found him.

If one moment will be forever burned into my mind, it will be the moment he opened his eyes and looked at me.  So much disbelief and joy mixed together, so much emotion and I daresay, love, all swimming together in those sapphire eyes.  He breathed my name, again almost in disbelief, and his hands grabbed the sides of my face to feel if I was real.  And in that moment, an overwhelming joy and sheer relief filled my heart at the same time my head was rifling through every possibility of what this could be.

He pulled me close, and he kissed me.

And I knew.

"I missed you so much," he said, still caressing my hair.  Then before I could say anything, his eyes rolled back and he slumped back into slumber, leaving me breathless and wide-eyed at his side.  One name caught in my throat, one name dared not leap off my tongue in terror that I could be wrong.  One name filled my heart with such indescribable emotion and at the same time, so much fear that this was a dream.

Jake.