How is this themed story I wrote acceptance?

please rate this, this theme is called acceptance.

We’re sitting by the river. Just me and him at my special place. Nothing has been said between us yet. We’re not even looking at eachother. I swallow the hard lump in my throat and say ‘I was worried about you, but somehow I knew you’d be here’. He whispers, his voice barely audible ‘It’s so peaceful.’ I lift my eyes and look at him. He is staring at the water in a daze-like focus. I reply, my voice barely louder than his was. ‘You know, I come here at night sometimes, just to think.’ I lower my eyes to my feet and continue. ‘Sometimes solitude is a gift.’ He looks at me and I know this because I feel his eyes on me. I look up once again, this time straight into those green/blue eyes I once spent hours staring at. I see a tear run down his cheek and it nearly breaks my heart. He looks at me some more and then speaks softer than I ever heard him speak. ‘I just can’t stop thinking about you, and your, I don’t know…the way you are…the way we were.’ He lowers his head again and raises his hand to rest it against. I feel a deep pang and I realse a deep sigh. I move closer to him, reach out and take his arm away from his head. My hand lingers on his arm and then I move it down to his hand. His fingers interlock with mine. ‘I miss us’ I Say. ‘I still love you’ he says quickly, staring straight into my brown orb-like eyes. ‘I wont ever stop loving you’ I whisper, while pushing a strand of hair out of his eyes absentmindedly, just as I used to. He leans in towards me, put his hand that was holding mine, behind my back and kissed me. Sweet and delicate, just like our love used to be. He stared into my eyes and I stared back. ‘It is like this’ I whispered. ‘two scenarios: we leave here together, knowing we love each other and be together for a very long time or, second scenario, we go our separate ways knowing we love each other but setting each other free.’ I squeeze his hand and say, tears sliding down my cheeks, ‘I want nothing more than for you to be happy, because you mean everything to me.’ His cheeks are soaken with tears also and he whispers back, ‘i wont ever forget you.’ He leans in and kisses my lips once more, lightly slips his fingers out of between mine, gets up and walks away. I lower my head and breathe a single word. ‘Acceptance.’