We could see each other only one day during the whole year so we didn’t waste the time that we had. Every year we were meeting in the same café, next to the same table. It was the only time she was in the town. Both of us exactly knew when and where to go that day. We didn’t have to plan it. Everytime we were buying huge cups of peanut flavored coffee and chocolate chip muffins and we could stay like that for long, long hours mired in conversation with each other. She used to tell me about all the trips and adventures she had and I was listening and admiring how brave she was. But she always was leaving before the sun went down. She never wanted to stay just a little bit longer, no matter how many times I asked her about it. She never told me where she was going but she always was coming back that one day a year and I was waiting three hundred sixty four days to see her again.