He lived in a dream, she lived far away from him. She would talk to him, she would say she'd see him soon. He'd wait.
He wanted to see her as soon as possible, she kept saying she'd meet him in no time, a couple of months at most. He'd wait.
He kept listening to her every day, waiting to respond. She stopped talking to him. Without knowing what happened, he kept waiting.
He then left her body, his warm place, his safe place. He saw her, crying, yelling, laughing. He was in a new place, unsure where he was, it different from where he had been. He didn't have to wait anymore.
He finally heard her voice, he was happy but did not know how to show his happiness. He cried. She said to him "We were waiting for you to meet us here, son".