Gelato

No, am not exactly talking about this Italian culinary delight, but it does figure silently and quietly somewhere in the story. It reminds me of the day I spent with my friend, the day I was out with him. We went out for dinner and it was indeed special because he was leaving in four days and , without dramatising it, we were actually not sure when we'd see each other again.
For those who are wondering why this strange and out-of-place title for this post, let me clarify that I did not name it for lack of a better idea, but because it is one of those inexplicable things that I simply love.
I love my friend. Our friendship has the most beautiful flavour. It has the cream, the taste and the softness.
I hope we meet soon.
I hope we meet over some gelato again!

PS: I apologise if my readers find this entire post(including the title) a bit 'strange', but you see I could not come up with a more appropriate one! I hope that one person would be able to make some sense of it.