As for her, she'll dream of him tonight. Of their kiss, of the flowers, of his smile and his touch. Of how would his embrace feel.

And hope they'll meet again. (She knows her affections will not change, he's here to stay in her heart.)

She closes the door slowly, not losing eye contact with him at all until it closes completely, and when it does, it takes all her strength to not try and open it again.

She tells herself that, after all, they will see each other again.