I was overwhelmed by the rain, and the wind, the height and the sight of you that day. Seeing you is a jolt each time like someone pressing those dull, flat electric pads on my chest to restart my heart.
Nothing’s changed in that regard; these shivers down my spine and my numb fingertips still react to the presence of you.
Nothing’s changed, except us- walking onto distinct ends of the terminal till one of us crosses over, lost to the other side of the sliding doors.
Till the next time one of us sees the other again.