Priorities

"You know whats on my list of priorities when I see you? I'm going to sweep you into my arms and kiss you like...like I haven't kissed you in ages."
She listened to his voicemail about a dozen times that night. It had been almost a year since they were last together. ten months and twenty four days to be exact. She was nervous. Excited to see him.
She had to work but he said.. promised he would be there when she got home.
He wasn't.
She had a voicemail though
and anxiously listened to it so she could hear his voice-his excuse.
But it wasn't him; it was his sister.
He wasn't coming home.
He never made it to the air port.
He was hit head on by a drunk driver moments after leaving her message.
All she had left was his old t shirt and his last voicemail..
The promise of love and affection she would never again get.