I had not seen her in 20 years. I missed her. She possessed kind eyes, a kinder heart and an innocent soul. Her love for me was endless. Filled with encouragement and joy were the messages she sent me through others.
Our communication dwindled over the years until very rare missives passed between us. We lost touch in the most basic forms. Very rare noise, information or word came to me from or about her. My love grew over the years through prayer and I never gave up hope of seeing her.
Then I heard that she arrived and I could go visit. A long 14 hour trip over the North American continent from state to state brought me to where she stayed with family.
When I lay eyes on her, my heart lurched with the passage of time over her kind lovely face. It was the same compassionate visage aged and beloved. I hugged her as she covered my face with kisses. Lost time, lost age of camaraderie and friendship came tumbling over us in those first moments.
Tears of joy, amazement and happiness accompanied our first contact after all these years. Her precious face was a sight for sore eyes and as we talked of love and friendship, the time melted away to nothing. The 20 years became as a day.