Wednesday, October 26, 2005
I lose track of time as we stand there. It is probably only a few minutes, but it feels like forever. You just keep looking into my eyes, and I can feel you breathing but am not allowed to reach out to you. Just as the tears begin to sting my eyes, you turn away and begin walking out of the airport. "Come on, hurry up."
I'm stunned. I have no idea where you are headed, so I hurry to catch up with you before you disappear into the crowd. I know you can hear my shoes clattering on the floor, yet you just keep walking. I break into a run (no small feat in these shoes) and finally catch up with you. You reach out your hand and take mine as we enter the tunnel to the parking garage.
I'm stunned. I have no idea where you are headed, so I hurry to catch up with you before you disappear into the crowd. I know you can hear my shoes clattering on the floor, yet you just keep walking. I break into a run (no small feat in these shoes) and finally catch up with you. You reach out your hand and take mine as we enter the tunnel to the parking garage.
