It builds slowly over time. It's an anticipation like no other, and I've been fortunate to anticipate some pretty big things. It starts out in my belly and rises up like a volcano. My whole body jitters and shakes and I feel like I'm going to explode out of my skin.
I can't help looking for you everywhere. I can't help searching out your sound, your smell, your presence. Your imprint is carried around in my soul, and it pops up randomly.
The worst is the immense experience of seeing the plane land, knowing you're no longer miles and miles away, and that all that separates us is feet. Feet! My eyes search for you among the bodies, as if your eyes are the only eyes on the planet that can save me. So I search, and then... there you are! The seconds it takes between our connection feel like eight million hours! My lungs inhale as if they haven't experienced oxygen in ages.
Your hands go around my waist and every single muscle, every single cell, relaxes. My whole body lets go. My whole body calms down. All of the tension of hundreds of sleepless nights, waterfalls of tears, lonely moments, the waiting and waiting and waiting is finally over.
It's like the most magnificent explosion of fireworks in my soul, and the calmest, most peaceful and beautiful river you've ever seen.
I've done it so many times. It never gets old. Never. I love figuring out what to wear. I love imagining what your eyes will want to see me in, for the first time in what felt like forever. I love when it's over. I love when we're us again.
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