At exactly 9:51 pm, I dialed his number on my phone but decided it was a bit early; they may have just landed and ended it before it even rang. “I’ll call later,” I said to myself. At 9:54, my phone rang, he was calling me. He may not have called me right after landing, but he did right after they got outside the airport, and I can only wish I was there waiting for them as I talk to him over the phone. Looking at the picture on my phone’s screen, I was smiling when I pressed ’answer’. My sweet voice, as he said, cannot hide the truth of missing him, of longing for this time when I can finally talk to him, though it had only been four days since the last time we heard each other’s voice. The call lasted only for three minutes. And that was, by far, the most (insert adjective) three-minute phone call of my life. I can’t insert a word that would perfectly capture the way I would describe it, or how I felt. Just before those three minutes ended, I go t the chance to hear everyone else’s voice, most especially Enzo. Then they said goodbye. And so did I.
I don’t know how a call would end so happily that it made me almost cry. And as I write this, I am trying so hard to keep my eyes open so that tears won’t fall out. And I couldn’t be more convinced that I have already found the love of my life.
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