She missed him and she couldn't keep sailing on that silence ship, so she said the first thing that came through her lips.
"Do you know when I'm really happy? At Sunday, 9am. At least once in a month, I wake up really early and dress myself really quickly and go straight to the airport. And then, somewhere through the morning, the sun hits that place where I usually stand in and I am drawing people leaving. I believe that's when I'm more content, when I'm doing what I like in my favorite place in the world. Although, that's probably when sadness can't keep shut inside, but art needs emotion right? And I am only really good when I am sad."
He took his eyes from the road for a second to look at her eyes.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I think I am the happiest when I am driving. Some nights I just like to drive around, music up, windows down.. though not to fast, just driving.. feeling the air in my hair.. Some nights I drive up to thirty kilometers."
"Wow, that is serious gas money spending! Do you know that there are actually pills for insomnia?" she joked around for old time's sake.
His eyes seemed tired and sincere. "Maybe, but you know something? I always drive to the same place."
"Oh please, do not tell the words "strip club" in that sentence or I will laugh my eyes of."
He suddenly stopped the car on the sidewalk of the road.
"Beezy, no and I am serious." he took a deep breath, " I go straight to JFK's parking lot and I stand there till the sun comes up. It's usually on Sunday's, about 4am."
"Why would you do so?"
"That's where I can feel you closer when I am gone. That's when I can feel that there is still a string that still connects our veins and organs. We have the same holes in our hearts, you and me."