Everyone was waiting for someone. Others with blank looks on their face. Some smiling , some were calm and a lot were bored. I was breathless. I felt like a diver who finds herself a long way down and suddenly sucking on the last drops of air from a broken tank.
It was as if the waiting and looking for that familiar face will never end.
At exactly 6:47pm, I saw him.for the first time. Chicken was a vision of red.
He moved as though he was at once rooted to the ground and weightless. There was a smile painted on his face. I had to restrain myself from shouting at him. I had to restrain myself from running towards him.
Half the time, i was telling myself to believe that he really is here. Half the time i was wishing this feeling would never end.
And as I breathe his nearness, we continued to walk with his hands holding mine.
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