He waited for her. It seemed like he’d already been waiting forever, but it was really only about thirty minutes. He didn’t care. He’d wait for her forever. She was worth it. She was like no one else he’d ever met. He loved her.
In the meantime, he tried to distract himself by people-watching. Airports were great for that. There was an elderly couple shuffling by, arm in arm. ‘That will be us one day,’ he thought to himself. Then there was a young man of about eighteen sitting across from him, with earbuds in his ears, apparently in his own little world. That kid reminded him of himself ten years ago.
The announcement from the gate agent brought him back to the present. “We will begin boarding flight 1215 to Paris in ten minutes. Please have your boarding passes ready.”
Now he was getting worried. She hadn’t shown up yet. Why? Was something wrong? Panicked, he whipped his phone out of his pocket and dialed her number. Her voicemail came on. “Hi, it’s me. I’m at the airport. Where are you?” He started pacing.
This can’t be happening, he thought. Another announcement came over the loudspeaker from the gate agent. “This is our final boarding call for flight 1215 to Paris. All remaining passengers please approach the gate.”
Still no sign of her. He called her number again and her voicemail picked up again. He didn’t leave a message this time. He knew it was no use.
He really thought she would show up. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tore up his boarding pass and dropped it in the trash.