Millions. Millions of stars in the sky, millions of dollars in some People's bank accounts. Millions of souls walking the earth. But I saw him from across the room,and I knew, from the millions, that he was for me and I was for him, and all of the millions of things in life would come to us in time.

He hadn't changed. His hair was still curly and brown. His eyes were still laughing and grey. His dimples were still deep enough to lose change in. I wondered, would he see me? Would he remember? If he did remember, would he remember who we were, or what I became?

Our eyes met across the train station. He stopped. He raised his hand. I returned the gesture, frozen as he made his way over to me. A million thoughts rushed through my head and he got closer and closer,until I could smell the rich scent of him, like leather and oil and work.

He took my hand in his.

" should we start again?" He asked me.

" from day one." I said.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring, the ring he had obviously carried in his pocket for three years, and slid it back on my fingers.

"Day one." He said.

" may we have a million more." I said.

And he wrapped his arms around me, and I sunk into him, hearing his heart, feeling his breath and his solid arms around me.

One in a million sometimes happens twice.