The Trip

    
     She stepped off the plane, the trip had been long, 22 hours total, 17 hours of flying and a 5 hour layover. She was scared, she was meeting him, in person, for the first time. She came out of the airport and he was standing there. A shock went through her body, the person she had seen on cam, had chatted with for months, stood there in front of her. She liked what she saw, because what she saw was the man she is in love with, never was, could never be was, she knew she would always love him. She loved every single thing about him, it was more than the outside, although that was good too. It was everything he is inside. Every time they chatted, that he shared what was inside of him, in those moments, she felt like she had a treasure she was unwrapping, and it was beautiful.
     She felt awkward, she needed a shower. Her first words were, "You don't have to like me." He said, "I love you, Pussycat." Her heart soared. When the taxi came and he sat right next to her in the back seat, she thought, this is a good sign, I stink and he is still sitting next to me.
     As soon as they got where they were going she took a shower. He went out and brought back chicken fried rice. They ate together. Afterwards he held her hand in his hand and marveled over them. Taking out his phone he took a picture of their hands together.  Face to face he commented, "You have blue eyes." Hadn't he seen them in her pictures? on the cam? this was a surprise?
     Everything about being near him pleased her. She would just look at his face, trying to drink it all in, this miracle of being near him. She filled her eyes up with the sight of him. She loved his outward appearance because she loved his inner being. She wanted to remember everything about him, store it away in her heart and mind.
     He had planned 2 trips for them, one to a botanical garden he knew she wanted to go to and one to an animal sanctuary. They were wonderful, but what made them special was having him next to her. Her most favorite day of all was the day they spent at his place, doing the laundry. He had a small portable washer and washed her clothes in it. She hung them out on the balcony railing, and loved every second of it. She cooked for him that day, he took pictures of the food, which to some might seem silly, but it pleased her to no end.
     Every second of that week was the best week of her life. It wasn't even where she was, although she loved this place. What made it special was his presence. She will be forever grateful in her heart that she was able to meet him. Forever grateful in her heart that she was able to experience what the true meaning of being in love, and what being loved means. She knows in her heart there will never be another for her, only him.