“Oh, you’re welcome. I decided to give this to you because…when I look into your eyes, I see promise. Promise as a writer, and promise that there will always be a rainbow after the storm. It’s just a little token of my gratitude and pleasure of meeting the author. The one who put my life into words and opened new doors. This meeting will be one of my favorite memories. I…as I love Essie, I love you. Bon voyage,â€? he responded with class, putting on a successful air of maturity. He extended his hand, and I shook it.
Of course, millions of questions whizzed through my mind. So he loved both of us? What kind of love was it? A romantic type of love, or a brother-sister sort of affection? Which of us did he love more, or was it equal? Would I ever see him again…? However, I knew that I could ponder them in the future.