I don't know much about this friend, only that she met him in New York, and that he is from Israel. In my mind I see a dashing young Israeli with type typical bravado and self confidence. Maybe they are on a date. Maybe they will embrace. Maybe she will kiss him. Maybe.
I find myself jealous of this unknown person. I have no right to be but I cannot help it. The emotion wasn't anger, wasn't rage, wasn't anxiety. It was sadness. I've resolved to lose her and this was as good of a cause as any.
Tonight I had a language lesson with my new friend. He is a pilot and lover of languages. He taught me some beginning Hebrew, in return, I converse with him in Mandarin. He knew my mission and tailored my lesson as such. After one hour of Hebrew and one of Mandarin, I felt more despair. How will I ever learn this language enough to make her feel at home?
Then the storm clouds parted to reveal a single ray of sunshine. She texted me.
"How was the lesson?" she asked.
My heart soared! There is some hope! She thought of me! I have survived the night. she may be with another, but somewhere in her mind I still exist.
Maybe she still cares for me. I escape another death.
