Going down an escalator, we reach the customs.

Passing through the customs, we continue our way to the baggage collection.

From baggage collection, we begin our way through the long hallway, dragging our suitcases behind us.

Very soon, we reach that opaque, white door.

To James, it may look like an ordinary door - which, realistically, it is. But to me... to me, that door means the end.

The doors open and reveal a vast crowd of people as they wait for their loved ones. Then I see a few people with boards. Names and surnames are written on them. Usually, this part would be my favourite part of my whole trip. But this time, the feeling of dread surpasses any other emotion.

Without my notice, James sneaks his hand to my left shoulder, guiding me towards him. Only when I feel his pull do I realise I am under his hold.

I feel him leading me somewhere, away from all the people. Reaching an empty place, we both halt. I feel his grip upon me vanish.

Then he takes a step in front of me before facing me. He gazes at me and I can't help but gaze back.

We both stay like that, just looking at each other, no words have to be said between us. They say that actions speak louder than words...

I try my hardest to control the lump in my throat, but I can't.

"Well, I guess this is it..." I begin, breaking the silence. I hear my voice shake and quiver. My breath hitches as more tears accumulate in my eyes.

I bit my lip in another attempt to stop the gathering of the tears in my eyes, but I fail. One or two manage to escape and roll down my cheeks.

Straight away, I feel his fingers gently caress my cheeks, rubbing the tears away. He then rubs my cheeks again, and again, and again, each stroke managing to catch an odd tear or two.

"Don't cry, okay?".

I gently shudder in his hands, trying to obey his words, but I don't succeed in doing as he said. I breakdown crying.

Then, I find myself in his embrace. It only took seconds for me to hug him back.

Then, I am slowly starting to realise something. Though thoughts have been popping in and out of my head throughout the trip, I didn't think that anything would happen between us.

I am feeling strong emotions for James and I can feel them becoming even stronger the longer his eyes stay on me.

'Love!' My heart shouts at me. 'You love him, you know you do. Admit it!'.

I gulp.

'Admit it! You have never felt like this about anyone. Ever. Not even towards your first love,' my heart just intensifies the pain with its words.

Very soon, I know that my mind and my heart are going to have a riot. A war.

'Even if I do love him... what is the point of loving him? I might never see him again!' My mind strikes back.

'You don't know what will happen. Are you really going to let an opportunity as good as this one to find your true love slip and go away with such ease?' My heart asks. 'Because from what we have both experienced, that is not how we handle these types of situations.'. A pause. 'Now, instead of trying to convince you, I am going to ask you. Do you actually love him?'.

I feel...