Final station

Her happiness is infectious.
She is smiling with her whole body. Her eyes can hardly contain it.
It is beautiful.
She is in love. It's taken its time with her. I've seen the disappointments, the heartbreaks. I've held her hand through hers. She through mine.
Today, she doesn't need any hand holding.
She has found him, she says.
After years of being alone, of being lied to, cheated on, of having chased love that had never wanted to be caught, of so many mistakes... she has found him.
When it's right, she says, smiling, it's easy. It's so easy, she is scared.
I wonder what our decisions, our emotions, our lives do to us. She is scared that there are no problems with this one.
It's too good to be true, she says. She is afraid, what is the catch?
We feel right, she says, then smiles as her phone beeps. I watch her smile widen. It is him.
For the first time, she says, we are on the same page. She is not chasing, doubting. She isn't sitting around wondering where he is, why he hasn't msged, he doesn't make her wait, she says, like she has had to do with all the others. She smiles. He feels the same way for her. She is complete.
I touch wood during the whole conversation.
No chances, I smile.