I shared with her our trekking misadventures of the Quilotoa Lake and its heavenly beauty and she sent me photos of her hike to the Pululahua Crater. Our three days of exploring the deeper reaches of the Amazon ended with multiple worrying WhatsApp messages sent by her. My joy of swimming with sharks, penguins, turtles, seahorses and eagle rays met with her sheer jubilation of Colombia beating Peru in the Football World Cup Qualifiers.
My friend flew from the Galapagos to New York City and I took the first flight to Quito. She invited me to her house for dinner. My heart had never beaten this fast. I had to take deep breathes after ringing her doorbell. But, her hug, oh her hug, I can't define. She didn't drink yet she had bought beers, red wine and rum. She said, "I didn't know what you like." I wanted to say, "You!" Too cheesy, eh. She didn't know how to cook so I cooked pasta for both of us.
Even after spending two hours with her, I was nervous to express myself. I told her, "Me voy. Es tarde." (I will go. It's late)
She held my hand, hugged me and whispered in my right ear, "Te quiero."