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Behold the kindness of strangers - something I thought long dead.

It ended up being me that escorted Calvin back to the airport because Anthony had class.  We got to the airport early enough to have dinner together and we had great conversation.  There was fun reminiscing and we spent the meal laughing hard and poking fun at each other.  It was so great to feel that connection with Cal again (still in a brother/sister way).

When I bid him goodbye, I was ok.  We hugged and promised to call and he went past security waving.  As soon as I walked away, it felt like I was smacked with a ton of bricks.

I'm not sure why Cal leaving hurt me so much.  Maybe it was because it was the first time since we broke up that we really felt connected again.  Maybe it was just simply it had been a couple years since we last saw each other and I knew it will be a long time again.  I'm not sure.

I get on the bus to go home and sure enough the waterworks start.  I'm not completely bawling, but there are tears that keep falling out of my eyes off and on.  Of course I've got no tissue, so I'm using my sleeve (sleeves are multi purpose anyhow).

I hear the bus driver say something so I take off my headphones to listen and from across the aisle, this guy reaches over and hands me a handful of tissue.  He didn't say a word to me.  He didn't pester me into telling him what's wrong.  He didn't use my sorrow as some kind of twisted in.  He just handed me tissue and a smile.  I mumble a grateful thanks and he turns back to his conversation leaving me to pull myself together in peace.

It may have felt like a small, meaningless gesture to him, but to me it was the world.

Thank you.