It was finally time to say goodbye. We were at the airport, my bags already packed.
“Look… I know our time together, might not have been the best,” I knew where he was going with this.
“I wasn’t looking for that,” I said. He smiled, sheepishly, like he wasn’t expecting me to know what he was talking about from just that one sentence, of course I knew what he was talking about.
“Good- Because I don’t think,”
“I know, you were never good at that in a crisis,” I told him.
“Hug?” he asked.
“Hug.” I said. And so we hugged, for a long while actually.
“You smell good,” he said.
“Come on people are looking at us!” I said.
“So what, they’re french, they don’t care,” I laughed at what he said.
We finally let go of each other, he grabbed me on my shoulder’s, locking me so that he would see me, straight dead on, I couldn’t meet him in the eyes.
“Come on, you know how I get when you do that,” I said finally having enough corouage to look at him.
“I know, that’s why I do it,” he said.
“You-” I said, pushing his arms away, and then I kissed him. Just a peck, then I realized what the hell I was doing, he didn’t back me away or anything, in fact he wanted for it to happen, I could see it in his face yet –
“I’m sorry,” I said. I don’t know what came over me.
“We said – “
“I know what we said Martin – ” I got real serious. “I feel horrible,”
“It’s okay… it was just a peck, it didn’t mean anything,”
“I – yeah, you’re right, sorry anyway,” I couldn’t face him now.
“Will you keep writing?” he suddenly asked.
“Huh?”
“You know our letters? Will you keep writing?” he asked.
“Oh- of course, of course I’ll keep writing,” the way the light shined on his face right now, it made him look, just the way he looks, but I was in love how the light bounced and shimmer on his cheek’s, how it caress him, it almost made him look just like him, it made him look perfect, at least in my eyes. “I’ll keep writing and we’ll keep in touch, – as friends,” I said.
“I’d like that,” he said, a big goofy smile on his face.
Le vol 451 Delta avec destination pour la nouvelle ville de York ne commencera pas l’embarquement, tous les passagers doivent se rendre à la porte 5.
Flight 451 Delta with destination to the New City of York, will now start boarding, all passengers please proceed to gate 5.
“That’s me,” I said. He puckered his lips, and put his hands in his pocket. As I was grabbing my stuff he hugged me again and gave me a kiss on cheek.
We were still before customs.
He was wearing an jacket, it was a jersey jacket with orange stripes on the arms, and a blue leather coating.
“It’s gonna be chilly when you land in New York,” no it’s not, it’s the middle of spring, well maybe a little, but nothing like a snowstorm. I told myself. “Take it, for good luck,” he said folded his jacket, I was wearing a shirt, he always wore jacket’s, he’s the coldest person I know.
“I – I don’t know,” I said.
“Oh come on!” he said and in one fell sweep placed it over my shoulder’s, I put my arms trhough it, I smelled it in front of him, was that weird?
“Smells like you,” I said. And he smiled, I started heading towards customs, leaving him behind.
“Thanks!” I shouted. He waved at me, and waited for me to disappear between the crowd.
I already miss him.
After 8 hours of flight, I got to New York, when I looked out the window, I noticed, it had actually snowed.
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