Nyhavn glimtede i den kølige novemberdag.

Nyhavn shimmered on the cool November day.

De farverige bygninger spejlede sig i kanalen, mens blade dansede i den klare efterårsbrise.

The colorful buildings reflected in the canal, while leaves danced in the clear autumn breeze.

Astrid tog en dyb indånding, da hun gik hen mod caféen.

Astrid took a deep breath as she walked towards the café.

Hun havde tænkt meget på dette møde.

She had thought a lot about this meeting.

Hun havde ikke set Lars i mange år.

She had not seen Lars in many years.

Caféen var lille og hyggelig.

The café was small and cozy.

Stearinlysene på bordene kastede et varmt skær i den tiltagende aften.

The candles on the tables cast a warm glow in the approaching evening.

Astrid trådte ind og så sig omkring.

Astrid stepped inside and looked around.

Der, ved et hjørnebord, sad Lars med en kaffe foran sig.

There, at a corner table, sat Lars with a coffee in front of him.

Han så op, og deres blikke mødtes.

He looked up, and their eyes met.

Et øjeblik evighed.

A moment of eternity.

Så smilte de begge.

Then they both smiled.

"Hej Lars," sagde Astrid og satte sig ned.

"Hello Lars," said Astrid, sitting down.

"Det er så længe siden."

"It's been so long."

"Hej Astrid," svarede Lars.

"Hello Astrid," replied Lars.

"Det er godt at se dig."

"It's good to see you."

De kiggede på hinanden, lidt usikre.

They looked at each other, a bit unsure.

Tid og afstand havde skabt en mur af tavshed.

Time and distance had created a wall of silence.

Astrid mærkede frygten murre i sig.

Astrid felt the fear murmur within her.

Hun tænkte på sine år i udlandet.

She thought of her years abroad.

Hun ville række ud.

She wanted to reach out.

Hun ville bryde muren.

She wanted to break the wall.

"Jeg har lært meget," sagde hun stille.

"I have learned a lot," she said quietly.

"Det var ikke altid nemt.

"It wasn't always easy.

Der var ensomme stunder."

There were lonely moments."

Lars nikkede.

Lars nodded.

"Jeg har haft mine egne udfordringer," sagde han.

"I have had my own challenges," he said.

"Jeg har haft svært ved at skrive.

"I have struggled with writing.

Ordene kommer ikke."

The words don't come."

Deres samtale var som først nogle skridt af en dans, tøvende, men begyndte at finde rytmen.

Their conversation was like the first steps of a dance, hesitant, but started to find rhythm.

Astrid delte historier fra hendes tid væk.

Astrid shared stories from her time away.

Hun talte om succeserne og de stille øjeblikke af tvivl.

She spoke about the successes and the quiet moments of doubt.

Lars lyttede, fascineret og opmuntret.

Lars listened, fascinated and encouraged.

"Jeg troede, at din succes ville gøre os fjerne," indrømmede Lars pludselig.

"I thought your success would make us distant," Lars suddenly admitted.

"Jeg var bange for, at vi ikke kunne finde tilbage."

"I was afraid we wouldn't find our way back."

Astrids øjne blev blide.

Astrid's eyes became gentle.

"Jeg tænkte, du ville have glemt mig," svarede hun.

"I thought you would have forgotten me," she replied.

"Jeg var bange for, at min afstand havde skilt os."

"I was afraid my distance had separated us."

Deres ord flød nu mere frit.

Their words now flowed more freely.

De delte de følelser, de havde holdt inde.

They shared the feelings they had kept inside.

En dybere forståelse voksede mellem dem, og de opdagede, at deres bånd stadig var stærkt.

A deeper understanding grew between them, and they discovered that their bond was still strong.

"Denne gang vil jeg være mere åben," sagde Astrid beslutsomt.

"This time I will be more open," said Astrid decisively.

"Jeg værdsætter vores venskab for meget til at lade det gå tabt."

"I value our friendship too much to let it be lost."

"Og jeg vil finde inspiration i vores samtaler," tilføjede Lars med et smil.

"And I will find inspiration in our conversations," added Lars with a smile.

"Måske vil dine historier blive min næste bog."

"Maybe your stories will become my next book."

Aftenen fortsatte med latter og reminiscing.

The evening continued with laughter and reminiscing.

De lovede at støtte hinanden, hvad end livet måtte bringe.

They promised to support each other, no matter what life might bring.

Da Astrid forlod caféen senere den aften, følte hun sig lettere.

As Astrid left the café later that evening, she felt lighter.

Lars vinkede farvel fra døren.

Lars waved goodbye from the door.

Hun havde fundet noget dyrebart.

She had found something precious.

Lars følte sig forfrisket, fyldt med ideer og klar til at skrive igen.

Lars felt refreshed, filled with ideas, and ready to write again.

De havde begge lært noget nyt om venskab og modet til at være sårbar.

They had both learned something new about friendship and the courage to be vulnerable.