She thought about going to see him, that last night before his joyous wedding to the elven lady. It would be a matter of padding silently across halls; the steward of Gondor does not sleep so far from its king, after all.
And I knew you’d be there too
But she will see him tomorrow, and Eowyn is not sure that she can live knowing what the king of Gondor looks like in lovesick anticipation. Not because he is king, but because…
Look at us, all grown up
He is different now, she knows. Both of them are. Things between them should thus be different too. But when Eowyn looks at Aragorn now, in all his finery, all she can see is the desperate man she met at the gates of her land, stumbling through the door half-drowned; she is once again alive and alight in all the worst ways, meeting her match in desperation for the first time.