The one who made this special request will know it’s for her.

A close friend (F) invited me to a movie night at her place, she mentioned everyone would leave her house and she didn’t want to be alone. I arrive at the time we had agreed, but I knock and she doesn’t open.

As I’m waiting at her door, I turn the knob, surprisingly finding it opened, so I dare step in. As I approach the living room, I hear a fast, hitched breath coming from one of the rooms. I think I can recognize my friend’s sound, so, I boldly approach the room and, with the least noise, I enter, only to find her watching a video and sparkling (with the light of the screen) tears that leave the thickest streaks I have ever seen, down the middle of her cheeks.

I don’t move, noticing she’s not aware of my presence. Her tears slowly crawl down her cheeks, as if she’s a Hollywood movie star, stopping at her chin, never falling.

When a second pair of tears start their way (this time faster, since the streak is already there), I can’t resist my desire to take care of her tears, approaching her.

When I reach her side, I cup one cheek, wiping the tear from her chin with my thumb, following the streak with the back of my fingers, as I kiss her other tear, leaving several kisses along her thick streak, drying it with my lips.

She turns to look at me, I smile: “I’m here because you invited me, thank for the sweet welcome.” She replies: “How did you get in, who opened?”

I answer with a half teasing half serious tone: “Either someone left it open or your guardian angel opened it for me so I could take care of your tears.”

She motions me to sit and watch what she’s watching…