The following weeks went by in a blur. Rather than my forgetting him, the memories only grew more intense. Each trip to the airport and to the United club room, and each search for him therein, proved fruitless.
And then, just when I’d practically given up hope of ever seeing him again, there he was, miraculously exiting the plane I was soon to board. His eyes locked on to mine almost immediately, the familiar wide grin gleefully spreading across his adorable face. He walked up to me and gave me a hug, whispering in my ear as he did so, “Funny thing about ships, they tend to follow the same routes.”
I laughed and held on tightly, taking in the heady aroma of him. “It’s good to see you again, Steve,” I whispered back. A gross understatement if ever there was one.
He sighed. “Ditto, Dan.”
