“Yes, I think I’ve packed all the clothes I need,” said Asha and curled up inside my arms like a cat.
“I so love it here, too… so warm,” she said.
To think, in a week, we couldn’t see each other anymore. We’ve spent so much time together in New York that I was having a hard time getting my head around it.
Asha closed her eyes and seemed to be dozing off but suddenly, blurted out with a soft voice.
“I want us to promise each other something…”
“What is it? What kind of a promise?”
“I’ll be going to Paris in a week. From then on, we won’t be able to see each other. How long is that going to be? How are we going to keep our relationship? All these things are running through my head.”
“I actually tried not to think about it because the thought of not being able to see each other just made me feel so sad, truly.”
“But we can’t see each other. Is that what you want?”
“It’s not but I don’t know what to do. Because you’ll be leaving soon for Paris.”
“Are you not going to ask when I’m going to come back?”
“I want to, but I thought if I did, you wouldn’t know what to do.”
“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me, to learn fashion in Paris, so, of course, I want to make the best of it. But I love New York. I know I’ll be coming back. In… five years. I’ll study in Paris for five years. Why don’t we try to meet up in front of the Coffee Shop, where we had our first date, in five years? If we still love each other, we can meet. If not, then, that’s that. Even if we’re not going to break up, we still won’t be able to see each other for a long time. So let’s plan for a date in five years. It would be hard to part as it’s so unsettling not knowing what will become of us.”

Asha wasn’t sure whether her idea was good or bad, but she suggested that we should have this future promise between us to give ourselves some kind of closure to deal with the sorrow.
Without seeing each other for the five years, if you still believe the other is the one, you go to the meeting point.
I thought it would be better if we broke up. But she said that this promise will help her to keep going in Paris. I thought that may be true for me, too. We’ll both learn, work hard, and grow to be whole new people to see each other once again.
“Ok, deal. It’s kind of romantic to have a date planned in five years.”
As soon as I said this, the wave of sadness came over and tears started to well up.
“I’m so sorry, I know this is a strange promise, but I really want to give it a shot in Paris for the next five years…”