I hear the gentle knock on the door, and my heart begins to beat faster in my chest. I rush over and swing it open, eager to greet the woman on the other side.
Her grin is wide and infectious. I cannot help but laugh with joy at the sight of her. We embrace across the threshold and I pull her inside.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she says as she wipes her feet and surveys my modest hotel room. “I had a little time, just a little, before my flight.”
“Mind?” I cry, shocked at the thought. “How could I mind? Why can’t you stay for the night?”
But she shakes her head as she presents me with a delicately wrapped box of pastries. “Wish I could. I have to make the flight. I will be in Montreal and will have a short trip in New York. Just want to say hello before I’ll leave Boston”.
I spend too much time fussing over the pastries and the coffee, trying everything to make sure she is comfortable. I can feel her presence warming the stale confines of my hotel room. Her laughter fills the air, making everything feel so much bigger. I love that she was comfortable sharing her personal thoughts about life and friendship.
We sit together on the couch. My eyes keep exploring her features. Her kind, knowing eyes, her beautiful, delicate skin. We talk of everything. We talk of her plans and mine. I forced her to make a promise to come back and to continue her studies in Harvard.
The time, as always, is too short.
Thank you my friend, until we see each other again. 🙂