nudawn:

tanya77:

soupsoup:

kaytee:

My hands shook uncontrollably as I sat at Austin-Bergstrom, waiting. Yes, impatience had pushed me to arrive thirty minutes early, but I had already been waiting for you for a while. My phone battery dwindled at ten percent from all the time-checking and nervous phone calls to friends. Nervous isn’t really the right word. Horrified? Thrilled? Crazy? You pick. This had to have been the longest thirty minutes of my life.

I guess my anxiety was apparent, as an elderly man a few seats down inquired as to which flight I was waiting on.

“Newark.”

“Well, it must be someone special to have a girl like yourself all twisted up in knots,” he remarked.

That’s the best way to describe it. Twisted up in knots. I was a wreck.

When the flight arrived, you couldn’t come down the escalator fast enough. I’ll never forget your face the first time we locked eyes. It’s the same face you make every time.

You were just as nervous as I was. Probably more, as I was running on pure adrenaline by then. That explains why you were completely startled when I walked right up and gave you a kiss, but I figured after a three hour flight, you deserved one.

The next night, a few dozen hundred kisses later, we split a bottle of wine and had “the talk.” It was decided that a future between us was unrealistic… we lived nearly 1,500 miles apart and a long distance relationship was out of the question.

“Let’s just have fun,” I said. You agreed.

Tears poured as we said goodbye the following day. Of course I didn’t want you to leave, but I was more upset by the fear of never seeing you again. That was when I knew it was a lot more than “fun.” You had me hooked.

In an attempt to hold on to my pride, I held back from telling you I didn’t want to share you. It took two weeks for one of us to crack (I’m so glad you did), but I was already yours.

It’s safe to assume that neither of us had any idea what we were starting. It’s hard and sometimes it’s really lonely, but it won’t always be this way. I have so much to look forward to now, things I never imagined were possible. Every aspect of my life, of my future, changed after falling for you a year ago now.

Has it really been that long?

I would do it all over again.

Seriously, what a year.

I can’t possibly do this justice with a proper public response. I’m not used to sharing it here. People are too judgmental, especially on blogs, which is why I keep most of my personal stuff to myself. She’s braver than I am and has done a much better job at telling our story than I ever could.

She’s a huge part of my life now, my otter half and completely unexpected.

I’m looking forward to many more years and not quite as many frequent flyer miles.

i liked this.  it was sweet without being sappy.