An hour and a few minutes.
That's how long I think I and Adam have been talking about ourselves and certain memories which had made us laugh many at times and had brought little tears to my eyes.
One thing that had stood out as I communicated with Adam was the inner peace I felt.
It felt like home. It was beautiful. It was satisfying.
Why hadn't we noticed this before? Why hadn't we done this earlier? Why now?
I was beginning to feel bereft since I would be leaving by the weekend.
I wasn't the only one feeling this by the way. I knew this because I could see it on the worry creases that lined his forehead whenever he talked about me leaving. I could see it in the satisfactory smiles on his lips as he spoke, even as he is talking right now about a memory that consisted of Noah being pursued by a mad stray dog.
