Then, we were there, back in Paris, the same climate, the same views, that waitress, Claudia who always received us with a smile with her sweet comments assuring us that one day she would like to have a relationship like ours. Everything was the same, the weather was cloudy, perfect to use as an excuse and embrace it. We would meet at ten o'clock as usual, I made sure to get there earlier because I know how little he likes to wait. I must confess that nerves were taking over me, but after two years without seeing it, who does not?
It came, it was just as I remembered her, that dress she wore the time we went to meet her parents, I remember she was nervous and her hands were sweating, blushing like every time she complied, but it was different, her nerves and joy They did not let her process information about what was happening, she had never seen it like that. Until now, she was just beautiful, her hair is wild and her lips are red, here I am aware and I wonder how a person like me can be so emotional at this age? How after so much time does he keep jumping my chest every time I see him? But who do I want to cheat? if from the first time we saw each other, it was like that.
He sat down, moved his hands under the table, quoted me here because he had something important to tell me, twelve hours of flight to see us here, in our place, I was wondering why he did not do it by email or simply by a call. But, it was her, always so mysterious and complicated.
We talked about trivial topics while having lunch, it made me feel in heaven. just watching her laugh, her smile, filled my soul. I was hoping he would give me the news. Could it be that I was ready? Why would he give the matter so long?
Finally he told me that he had summoned me in the place because he had an answer to our situation. But that was not the right place to talk about it, so it would take me somewhere else.
Saying goodbye to Claudia, we went out, took my hand in the rain and took me to an unknown address. We enter a very modern building with a classic tone and then an apartment. Each time I was more intrigued.
The apartment was empty, he asked me to go through it, looking out the windows, each of them had a view of one of our important places. Where was our first kiss, the square where we ate ice cream on our first date, even where I saw her the first time I fell in love. Who would say that two foreigners fell in love on a street full of traffic. I remember it very well, when my accent caught my attention, an Englishwoman in Paris and I came from Colombia for a job interview, since that conversation we could not separate until that day. The day I proposed to go to live together in Paris, he told me that he had many things to think about and just the next morning he was gone.
And here we are, two years later, sitting on the floor of an empty apartment waiting for an answer. We were there when suddenly the alarm clock sounded to take my flight to travel to Paris, to see her.
