I thought you guys deserved at least a few details about my visit with Kyle at New Years.
Below you'll find our reunion. It's as close to my exact perception of the moment as I can offer.
I'm sorry I couldn't give it up sooner.
My heart is pounding. My legs are shaking. It has taken me nearly thirty hours to complete this journey that should have taken twelve. All my body wants is a bed and a glass of water and sleep. Sleep is bliss. By some divine act of God I navigate my way to the customs gate, present my empty passport, and watch with bloodshot eyes as its first stamp stains its pages. Part of my mind is already putting this scene to words for later while another part tells my lips to say “thank you.”
I gather my bags and take one step after another toward huge double doors. I breathe in, concentrating on the oxygen flooding my body. I breathe out. I memorize the way this feels. I expect a camera crew to roll out and document this moment. It seems appropriate considering how long we’ve been waiting and how much work it has taken to bring me here at last, more than 4,400 miles from home.
As the doors begin to part I close my eyes and hold my breath. My heart is hammering so loudly that it mutes the airport noises completely. The doors slide open and his voice breaks my moment of silence.
“There she is!”
I feel a smile burst across my face before my eyes have completely adjusted to the harsher light in the next room. But then there he is. He’s only fifteen feet away from me and suddenly I am full to bursting when only five minutes ago I was nothing but a shell. I am walking as fast as I can manage with four bags draped around my shoulders.
The bags are all on the floor and I don’t quite remember dropping them, but it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is his arms around me and the feel of his face beneath my fingers and the few hot tears sliding down my cheeks for the thousandth time. What was and what will be blur into this one incredible moment and I am so light that I swear I could lift right off the tiles, but I don’t. I stay right where I am, locked in that perfect first embrace, for once not worrying about the long road ahead.