She gazed at the ensemble on the table to her right. Thought of what it had taken to get here. Suddenly she jumped up and smiled, she'd done it. Donning her cap and gown, she ran her hands down her much healthier body. She fixed the laces on her olive colored chucks, and stood up, righting her cap over the plentiful curls hanging down her back. She lined up with her classmates who she'd never met but understood deeply. They shared a common drive and laser like focus that brooked no dissuasion. They smiled proudly at each other. It was time. They started out on the stage and one by one as they were called, they went up and received their baccalaureates. She wanted to cartwheel off the stage. She hadn't even thought to check and see if anyone had come. Taking her cap and gown off she removed the tassel for safe keeping. She took the ring box out of her pocket and with childlike enthusiasm slipped her school ring on her fuck you finger... She laughed remembering the conversation with her dad that had most definitely been the deciding factor on the placement of the ring. Looking in the mirror she fixed her shimmering sand and metallic olive half sari she had had made especially for this occasion and checked her lipstick. She couldn't help but smile. She resonated in Cheshire Cat energy! Walking through the auditorium, though she felt like dancing through it, she spotted a vaguely familiar face watching her from across the room. Cocking her eyebrow, she hugged and congratulated classmates as she made her way closer to him... WTF? She thought. She had posted the event on her social media but really hadn't expected anyone to come. But... He. Had. Come. Close now, maybe 50 feet away from him, she just stopped. Just staring at each other, huge smiles on their faces, she flipped him the bird to show him the ring. He laughed and held out his hand. Silently she took it and went outside with him. Early evening in New Hampshire on the first of July was beautiful. The sky clear. The trees a giant green fence around them. Warm but not oppressive. They faced each other. She smiled not breaking eye contact, he lifted his hand and gently cupped her cheek. A pensive look crossed his face, to which she raised an eyebrow. He smiled again as he leaned in ... they hugged. Genuinely hugged each other. He understood how hard this journey had been for her. Unbeknownst to her, he had been reading what she wrote. He knew the tenacity hidden behind her smiling eyes. She was just amazed he had come. She lay her head on his shoulder. He smelled so good. She inhaled him. Ran her hands over his back. Pulling apart just to look at each other, he lowered his head... s l o w l y... but stopped as their noses almost touched. He looked at the amber flecks in her eyes... they were almost sharing one breathe. She lifted her face and oh so softly rubbed her cheek against his. Savoring the feeling of their skin touching felt like worship. It was sexy, in a deeply religious way. He lowered his lips near hers... but just barely touching. Their breathing quickened. The very molecules of air were pregnant with promise. His hands reached to hold hers by her sides. She softly licked his lower lip...barely. There was a pause that seemed to stretch into eternity... He reached his arms around her and pulled her close...she stepped into his embrace and the flames engulfed them both as they tenderly but deeply kissed. Exploring every single inflamed molecule between them, they seemed to ignite the night with their raw expression. Her arms around his neck, his hands in her hair, they finally and reluctantly pulled apart....lips swollen with eyes full of fire. Smiling at each other once more, they turned to walk back into the building... not one word had been spoken.