157. The Discipline of Not Touching What You LoveRoman

I see her before she sees anything else because my mind can't think of anything else since I landed in JKIA in Nairobi. Since my brain told me that I am in the same soil as her, breathing the same air as her, I can't think of anything or anyone else and so, had been fidgety, pretending that I don't care but all along, my eyes were trained on the big oak doors.

She walks into the hall without hesitation, without the pause I remember from ...