Six months ago, I was waiting at the airport at the arrivals, and all the time I was wishing, hoping and dreaming the door will open to show me your face. That didn’t happen.
Today, after a long day at work, I was driving home when suddenly I had this feeling that once I am there I will find you opening the door for me. I would launch myself at you, put my arms around your neck and you will sway me with the most beautiful embrace. It took me one hour to get home and visualizing this took all the time.
When finally home, I climbed the stairs and knocked at the door with a pounding heart. But it was my mother’s footsteps not yours that I heard, it was her face, her smile when the door got open not yours. I ran inside, checked every room, I let myself enjoy the surprise of meeting you.
When I realized that the rooms were empty, that I wasn’t hearing your voice, that simply you weren’t there, my smile faded, my shining eyes got dull, and I faced the fact that you will never be here!
But I still hope and wish and dream because I never forgot what it was like being near you. I still imagine you next to me because, sweet love, I am always waiting…