Standing at the airport, I scanned for him.
“I am 6’3″. You can easily spot me.” I recalled him telling me. My heart beat faster than ever.
Months of being in touch only through calls, messages and mails I would be seeing him in person for the first time.
Would he look like how I imagined? Should I hug him when I meet him or would a handshake be too formal?
We were head over heels in love, but stopped ourselves from telling it to one another over the phone.
“I can’t say it to someone I haven’t met. I hope you understand.” he had said. It felt right. Because I too had the same opinion.
It wasn’t the first time our opinion had matched. We were like two people with same thoughts in almost everything. And I thought opposites attract! How naive!
A rush of people started coming out of the arrival, and my heart was stuck in my throat.
And then I spotted him. Donned in a black leather jacket and jeans, he was walking with the same nervousness that I was clinging on.
He came near. And I don’t know what happened, but 20 seconds later, I was in his arms with my face buried in his chest.
“I love you. Oh I love you so much!” He confessed.
I love you too! I smiled with happy tears.
Suddenly nothing mattered. It was just two of us. Our happiness. Our tearful eyes. Our long pending conversation.
It’s been eight years. Even today when we are together. Nothing else matters. It’s just us.
Alone. But together.
