"Are you visiting anyone special?" My seat mate strokes the fiery red hair of her sleeping daughter and smiles at me in the friendly stranger way. "Or going home?"
I close the book I wasn't really reading anyway, and turn my back to the window. "I'm visiting my boyfriend."
"Aww, long distance?"
"Yes... he's at McGill, I go to Dalhousie."
"That's the strangest thing, I went to McGill and my husband went to Dal."
"Oh?"
"Those were the hardest four years of my life, but I married him when we graduated and now we have this one."
"When did you meet?"
"High school, I wouldn't call us sweethearts because we only really got together he summer before we left but there was no breaking up in September."
"That's sweet."
"Yes, now I'm going to meet him at his brother's to spend Christmas. He was in the city for business this week. Are you staying for the holidays?"
"No, just a couple days, then we'll go home together."
"Best of luck to you both." She smiles kindly and turns away to put her earbuds in.
My mind is kind of whirling. They made it.
YOU ARE READING
Conversations From Afar
Short StorySEQUEL TO BALCONIAL CONVERSATIONS | In which Katherine and Cambriel suffer the ups and downs of a long distance relationship | Wattys 2016 | cover by the fabulous @kdkellow
