I was at the airport awaiting my dearest friend Heidi when all of a sudden I saw some gorgeous flowers in a mans hand. The man holding them looked so nervous. He kept looking back at the flight arrival board then at his watch. I sigh inwardly as I realize like most women would in this position that the flowers are for the girl he loves. I forget my precious friend Heidi (Sorry Heidi) and stand back awaiting the union of these two young love birds. As time passes I become more nervous "where is she", "she should be here by now". The man makes a phone call but nothing. He continues to stand eyes fixed on the arrival terminal stoic in his stance. Then all of a sudden his phone rings and he looks around puzzled. Then off he goes with urgent strides. What is happening? Where should she be? I just had to find out so off I go with all the stealthiness that I could manage in a busy airport. I follow him as he goes around one side of the terminal but then he turn backs and heads to the opposite side of the airport. I could not loose him but for a moment I did behind the telephone booth. My heart sinks where could he be? Yet, I am quickly reassured that all is well in the world as I see the beautiful flowers in the hand of a beautiful girl with the young man grinning as they head out of the airport together. I quickly realize that they were coming my way so I rapidly pull out my phone grinning that all is right with the world. I even have proof of this love story. But, to respect the innocent I covered the man face with a heart. Who ever said love stories are not real!
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