I get ready. Every movement seems to have meaning: choosing clothes you'll see me in, fixing my hair the way you like, pausing for a moment in front of the mirror and smiling not at myself, but at you, as if you were already there. I plan my route, imagining how I'll walk, what I'll see around me, but most importantly, how I'll see you.
A special preparation is taking place inside me. I review the words I want to say, and those that may never be said. I imagine you looking at me, smiling, that familiar warmth appearing in your eyes. And the closer the moment of our meeting gets, the quieter my thoughts become; only a sense of anticipation remains.
Sometimes I catch myself already walking toward you, even though I haven't yet stepped out. Because the true path is within. It's the journey from doubt to confidence, from loneliness to meeting, from silence to our conversation.
And when I finally open the door, take the first step, I'm almost there. Because I've walked half the way in my heart.