The following day, I called a cab to take Beny to the airport and since I'm not busy with things I went along with him.
Which was a dumb move because saying goodbye at the airport turned out to be awful. It felt I'm not gonna see him again. And I got clingy, trailing around the concourse with Beny, holding his hand like a small kid. But then he wasn’t exactly shaking me off either.
We parted at the last possible moment with a pathetic amount of hugging. I was crying openly and Beny was sniffing manfully.
“I’m going to come back and visit all the time,” he said. “I really need another one of those facials.”
I nodded. “You’ll need it. America is bad for your complexion.”
“And we can still Kik and buddy watch stuff.”
“Yep yep.”
“And you can obsessively like all my ** posts.”
“I only c
