10 minutes before landing, a homey-feeling creeps inside me. I can't help smiling. I make my way out. No rush. The atmosphere is so serene. The weather is perfect. I planned to rent a car and go straight to my favourite place, alone. But, there. Somebody is waiting. With a smile. And that smile is contagious. Good news, I don't have to drive.
Lots of story come out, as if we know each other (too well) for 5 years. No awkward moments. It's like a pingpong game. I speak, you listen. You speak, I listen. It's supposed to be a long and tiring journey. But, surprisingly, it's not.
We reach a place. It WAS a place full of hatred, once. But, things are surprisingly ok. Having a companion who knows how to continue your sentence is bliss. I don't bother to look left and right. I don't bother to think of the painful past. I don't have to run away from the familiar faces. I don't have to be someone else. I just have to be...me.
Everything is near perfect. It's like a fairy tale. Everything is quite exactly what I want it to be. The air is so friendly. I'm not being forced to do anything. Yes. Friendship. That's how I describe the relationship. Coz we respect each other. We never step on the privacy zone until we are invited to do so.