She sat on the bus waiting to arrive at the station. She knows he is already there by now. She had no phone to use in this foreign country. There is no other means of communication except when she is using the wifi at the hotel. The last message she sent him was when she left the hotel. With other people, even with her family, she would be overcome with trust issues and doubt if this meeting could go through now that she had no means to stay in touch. But she felt secured. She knew he would be there waiting for her. 

As the bus approached the station, she saw him through the window. She thought that her heartbeats were faster. Is she just too excited? Is she nervous? She wonders. Years had passed. She thought this would not happen again. There is so much emotion. She touched her heart, and realized it was beating normally. But something in her is just jumping with extreme emotion. Some people call this the twin spirit connection. But she does not think of those beliefs. 

She grabbed her bag as the people started getting off. When she got off the bus, he was five meters to her left, but she walked along with another passenger to try to hide herself for a moment. She wanted to understand what she was feeling. She needed even a second to make sure she would be able to act normally. But as she walked towards the waiting shed, he saw her. He called her and she looked at him. He still wore the same jacket he got as a graduation gift from high school. The stain was still there, on the left chess. Both of them remember the story of the stain. 

There were many people waiting for a ride, some were getting off or getting on a bus. But she only saw him. It was as if her vision became a camera lens whose focus was set on him. All the rest of the world was thrown into the background as a blurry image. They had been apart for years, for miles, but they felt together even without talking. But when they moved towards each other to hug, to walk a few meters for less than five seconds, felt like eternity for them to cross.

They hugged for a long time, at least too long for the culture of this country where they were both foreign, but too short for an eternity they lived apart, and a forever they are about to spend together.

They both do not feel the butterflies in the love stories that she read. In his arms, she felt calm and safe. In her arms, he felt strong and fulfilled. And that, they both knew from the start, was the better emotion.