Seeing You Again


I saw you the second I approached the sliding doors. You were hard to miss. With that platinum blond patch of hair that made you stand out in the first place, I recognized you immediately. My heart leaped in my chest. I was waiting for this day for two months, thinking about it every single day. I couldn't focus on anything else. And here you were in my field of view. You didn't notice me coming towards you at first. Your face was buried in your phone. But as I neared, you looked up and the biggest smile swept across your face. I remembered that smile. It was the same one from the picture I stared at for these last two months. It was the kind of smile where your eyes become squinted and the sides were wrinkled. It wasn't the same smile I saw in the countless pictures I looked through on your Facebook. This smile was exclusively for me. When I reached you, you stretched out your arms and hugged me hard. I knew you were thin but as I held your back I could feel your muscles from months of dancing for crowds on the high seas. I admit that I felt you up a little bit. When you let go, I grabbed your biceps and said "I can't believe you are here!" To which you responded, "It's so good to see you." Then we sat down there in the middle of the airport which all your bags at your feet. I asked you how the rest of your cruises went and you said they went well. I didn't know what else to say. I just wanted to be near you. I apologized for pestering you about seeing me and you said that there was no need to apologize, that you wanted to see me too. When you said things like this, it gave me this false hope and I admit that I thought about your compliments over these two months more than I should have. I was infatuated with you for who you were and was happy to like you from afar if I needed to. But the fact that you wanted anything to do with me sent me on cloud nine. I asked if I could hold your hand and you said yes. I wanted to feel how real you were. For so long you were a daydream and an occasional conversation on Facebook Messenger. Now here you were in the flesh. I wanted to kiss you but I didn't want to kiss you in front of all the people moving through the airport. It would have to wait until the next time. If there was a next time. I was still so surprised that this was happening; I couldn't imagine an extended visit another day. You promised it would happen and I clung to your promises. There we sat our hands interwoven in relative silence. There was so much I wanted to say but didn't want to scare you too much. After about 30 minutes it was time for you to head to your flight so there was one more extended hug and you were off.

A couple of weeks later, I had planned to go to Disney. I drove up the day before to your house in Daytona. This time that we wouldn't be in a public place, I wasn't going to pass up planting a kiss on you. So in the middle of the welcome hug, I kissed you. I caught you by surprise so I moved away until you realized what was going on and then kissed you again. You grabbed my face and I could feel your lips move into a smile against mine. When our lips separated, you said "It's good to see you too." I responded: "I've been waiting to do that for almost three months." You showed me around your house. Then you asked what I wanted to do. It didn't matter to me as long as we were close to each other. But I said you still owed me a dance. You asked if I had a song in mind. It was ACDC's "You Shook Me All Night Long", the song that started it all. So you played it and did your special dance. Towards the end of the song, I walked up to you and grabbed your hips and leaned into them. I kissed you deeply still holding on to your hips as you rocked them against me. You grabbed my hand and led me to your bedroom...

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