"...And I smiled. Ofcourse I smiled. He's coming. I arrived at the airport at 1 am, and chose a bench in front of the French cafe to sit and wait for him. The place was quite secluded. People can be seen sleeping on nearby benches, while waiting for their connecting flights, just like me. I read "Eat, Pray, Love" just to pass the time, although i kept reading the same line over and over again. Apparently it's hard to concentrate when your heart is pounding rather quite loudly. Half an hour later, he texted me saying that he had arrived. Moments later I saw him walking towards me, and just like that the world died down for awhile, and all i could see was him. My heart forgot to do what it was made to do. As he came nearer, I felt at ease again. It was always like this. He sat next to me on the bench, and we chatted like old friends do. About 15 minutes into the conversation, he took my hand in his, sending unnecessary blood supplies to my cheeks. I immediately melted in his arms. Everything of mine fits with him. Every inch of me felt like a compliment to his. It felt so right, like this is how it should be. Then it was almost morning, he looked really sleepy. I offered my lap for him to rest his head, and he took it. It was all so romantic and sweet. He looks comfortable enough, lying there, while i ran my fingers through his hair. I couldnt asked for more. He fell a sleep moments later, for one whole hour, I could barely feel my legs anymore, but I was so afraid to move, afraid that he would wake up. I dont want this to end just yet. I watched him sleep, this is all so perfect. But all I could think of was "Why are you here with me? Why are you here when you know you're not mine? When you're going to leave me again soon. When you're going to hurt me again soon. Why do you hate me so much that you keep on hurting me. Come morning you'll be gone and leave me with yet another beautiful memory for me to cry over, alone." A tear escaped and I brushed it off quickly before it fell on his face and this turns into a fairy tale, or something. While he was sleeping, I continue on reading the novel in one hand, because the other was holding his on his chest..
...He woke up a while later. To have him wake up right in front of me is the greatest feeling ever. He kissed my hand and said Hey. I wanted to remember exactly how he looked like, knowing that this is as close as I can get to being with him. For a moment I pretended that he was actually mine. For a moment I pretended that he is without someone else and that Im the only one that he wants. For a moment I imagined that those eyes would only look at me that lovingly. I pretended for a moment, that the whole world gives us way to be together, just for one night. For a moment, I was deeply in love."
