Split

He wasn't sure if he was going to like it. Sure, he was excited - possibly as excited as he had ever been, but the thought of being somewhere so foreign scared him. He wouldn't know the culture, the city, the customs, but he was more than ready to accept it.

She had received the letter in a plain white envelope with no return address and only enough postage to suggest that it had come from another country. The note only listed a place within London, a time, and a date. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go, but she was second guessing herself. Did she want to be rude and stand this person up? Would it be a once in a life time opportunity? She had always wanted to go to London...

Both their days started out as they usually would, with a quick shower, followed by a warm cup of breakfast tea over the daily newspaper. Except, this morning was different. They each looked out over their city one last time, soaking each in before they set off on their adventure.

The morning was brisk as they walked down their respective sidewalks, squinting their eyes to the early morning sun. It wasn't soon before they made their way underground into the subway/metro system, ducking inside one of the arriving cars like cattle being herded on a farm. On the trains everyone minded their own business. In cities this big, they knew that if they minded their own business, others would too.

Just as the day was blooming with people on the streets, they arrived at the airport and boarded their planes, staring off into the distance as their flights began.

Landing was a little bumpy, startling her and waking him up. Baggage claim was easy, each finding their luggage quickly. Shortly their after, each hoped on a bus and drove off to their destination.

He was nervous as he stood there, waiting. It was nice that he at least spoke the language - finding the spot was a lot easier than he had hoped, although the accent was a bit tougher to understand than he had accounted for. Looking down at the map, he knew he was in the right place. Now he just had to wait.

She wasn't sure what to expect and she rounded the corner, seeing it up ahead. She was still a little confused about why this was the chosen spot, so she pulled the directions out of her pocket and begin checking her map as she continued to walk forward.

It wasn't long before she saw someone in her peripheral vision. Looking up, she was startled - she had been so clumsy that she had almost walked right into him. He was smiling back at her with bright eyes. It took her a moment to realize who it was until she let out a squeal and threw her arms around him. She couldn't believe she hadn't recognized his hand writing.

She had been away for a year at school studying the arts of Paris while he was studying in New York.

He held her close, "I've missed you."





****Cool factor of the day: this film was shot on a cell phone...****