Parting is such sweet sorrow…

One of our friends was arriving on a plane that night at midnight. Her parents flew her home for Christmas, so the girls were all getting ready to go and meet her plane. I stayed behind, hoping to catch up on some much needed sleep.

I was laying on my 3rd of the mattress on the floor that 3 of us shared, mostly asleep, when suddenly the lights turned on and four other people jumped on me. Literally. Dori sat on my chest.

“So? Tell us?”

“Yeah, tell us about this guy?”

“Do you love him? Are you going to marry him?”

“Whoa, slow down. I just met him, I’m not going to marry him.”

“Well, Rae says that there’s something interesting going on.”

“Ha ha, you so totally found a guy.”

That’s when I found out about all of the scheming and matchmaking going on.

And so I told them some of the details. And they wanted to know if I was going to call him.

I was torn. We had already said goodbye. Why bother calling just to say good-bye again?

But I did want to talk to him again…

All the next day I agonized, knowing that it was his last day in the US.

Finally, toward evening, I picked up the phone and dialed.

“I’m so glad you called,” he said. “I have been kicking myself all day for not at least getting the phone number at the church where you’re staying.”

And we talked for hours again while he finished packing. He interrupted his conversation from time to time to say good-bye to his little brothers and sisters.

We talked about how we felt the day before mostly. And how we felt now.

And he said again that he loved me. And I sort of froze up, wanting to say it back, but not ready to just yet.

And then, it was time to say goodbye again.

Our first meeting

The first uh date?

so this is goodbye