The waiting

        He is there, alone, among people waiting for the planes to land. He has a bouquet with three red roses on a seat. He is someone else waiting for someone.
       His eyes seem anxious. The cap’s brim is up. It’s like another eye trying to see beyond to find the gate where passengers arrive from. People around him are staring at the arrival gate. Suddenly, a question scares him and the man and his rose bouquet, now twisted in his hands, and he realizes they were at the wrong gate. The man’s face boosts his body, and then he runs straight ahead, and his legs obey that moment of surprise after the information service warns of the new point of arrival and turns on a red light to celebrate the imminent moment.
        He runs down the airport corridor, avoiding people who are walking slowly and pushing their heavy luggage, going outdoors or coming to the airport.
       Now, he is paralyzed in front of another gate, and he seems more anxious. His breath gets heavy, but his white, perfect smile illuminates his black skin, simple clothes, used sports shoes, and, curiously, causes envy to the people around him.
        He waits for a love after long conversations through a computer screen. A love surrounded by mysteries and promises. There were words, conversations, and images connected to a computer screen. And an imaginary and virtual life tied to each other. It will be the first vision of a body he has never touched. And now he is there waiting for his love to walk throughout the corridor where people around him are embracing their friends and relatives who are arriving.
       Then, she appears walking into the hall and her eyes are looking around like someone who is lost and trying to find open arms like a safe harbour or a sailor who has travelled down through an unknown sea.
       The image on the screen comes true, and finally, two bodies meet, and they are surprised to find out whether they are taller or not than they assumed. They exchanged a few words. They know the sound of each other’s voices, and speak at the same time to overcome that moment and their anxieties with a long kiss. They are two bodies touching, and their hands and arms are excited, waiting for future discoveries.
        The roses get forgotten in their hands.

Photo from: Foto de Max Wolfs en Unsplash 

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