Your boyfriend of four years, Keanu Reeves, had been away for a dreadfully long time, in which you haven't seen him. He promised you that he'd be home in time for Christmas. He said it would be Christmas Eve when he returned. Up until that day you couldn't wait. You wanted him in your arms, and in your house with you and you only.
It was the day of Keanu's arrival, and you were pumped. You wanted to see him and all of his glory, and know that he was safe in your bed, and his arms could be wrapped around you waist, and that he'd be home with you for Christmas.
You finished getting ready, and just to make sure you looked presentable, you stared at yourself in the mirror a little longer than normal. It wasn't too far a walk to the bus stop where Keanu said he'd meet you. You'd rather drive down to the airport, but he didn't want you driving in the weather he knew you'd been having, so the bus stop it was.
Just as you got to the bus stop, the bus he was on was pulling up. You could feel your cheeks heat up in nerves, as you waited for your boyfriend to get off of the bus #8. Your hair was a mess from the wind, and your black jeans were covered in little snowflakes that were falling heavily from the sky. You looked at your boots, and you couldn't see the tops of them from the snow.
A whole wack of people came rushing off of the bus, but you hadn't seen Keanu. You were getting ready to leave, when a familiar figure appeared from behind you.
"Where do you think you're going?" He smirks, putting his hands on his hips.
"I don't know, you're just a little late." You retorted. He laughed, and pecked you on the cheeks. He was wearing a stupid little Santa hat, and a red blazer.
"You look a little cold. Let's warm you up." He smiled, grabbing you in his arms, and kissing you. The most passionate he's ever done it.
"Jesus I love you."