Catch-up

I just got back home, the taste of shisha (apple tobacco.. my favourite!) still in my mouth.
I spent a few hours with a really good friend of mine.
Last time we met was four or five months ago. We both have busy lives, although he says I am the one who has always something else to do.
We needed and we wanted a catch-up.
“So how is life been treating you?”. None of us could complain.
For the whole evening he had a smile on his face while talking to me. He has his good reasons for it.
He found a wife, he is getting married next summer, he is busy finding a place for himself and his wife-to-be (her name is Amira, it means Princess in Arabic), he has a good job, wondering if it would be better to get another Master’s degree or a PhD.
And then my turn came.

I told him my plans for the next couple of years, or until this world economic crisis gets to an end. He questioned me a lot, I suppose to test how grounded my decisions were.
He has the ability to ask just the right questions and to listen to my 5-minutes monologues. With him I simply open up, it just happens naturally.
Like when you pick up a book and after glancing through the pages, you choose one and start reading it. When I am with him, I am that book.
He is very patient and wise. He is like an older brother to me, someone who always cares for and prays for me to be happy.
His door is always open for me. Being his friend is one of the fortunes of my life.