It was 10 years after the last time I had seen you, in person. You reached out to me, anonymously, on an online website we used to use together. You didn't identify yourself, immediately, instead using cryptic phrases, but I knew it was you. You told me you'd be in my city, during a layover in 2 days and gave me the gate number and time. We agreed to meet, without any plan. I'm not sure you thought I would show up. I am not sure I thought I would either. I do not think either of us had expectations, but wow, seeing you again, hearing your voice, touching your hand - heck, sitting and drinking tea with you - was incredible. It felt like no time had passed, we were still the same people together, even if completely different people outside of our bubble. You asked me what I wanted and I was too nervous to say the words aloud. We spent the two hours catching up on life, marriage, kids, etc. We hugged and you walked away to your gate. I felt like I missed another opportunity with you. Then you called me and said you had a little more time and we went back to each other. You took my hand and led me to a more private space and you kissed me. We kissed. It is a moment I will never forget because it was the happiest I felt in a long time. It felt right and uninhibited. We never did kiss when I dropped you off at the airport 10 years before. We held hands and then you left. This felt cathartic. For you, this was closure. For me, it was a flame being reignited.