One year ago today, I drove six hours, after working a twelve hour shift, to visit you for the first time since we began our long distance relationship. I was so anxious to touch you. And nervous. The last three miles took a year to travel. You waited for me outside in the cold for those last three miles because you couldn't sit still any longer. We talked for days prior about what we were most excited to do once we were together. Kissing. Holding hands. A hug. Things we moved to do while video chatting and quickly remembered we couldn't. It made us giggle and then made us long for each other's physical presence. The most important thing to me, my priority, was to wrap my arms around you, look you in the eye, and tell you I love you. In person. Face to face.
You stepped toward my car before I'd even put it in park. By the time I was able to get my seatbelt off and step out of the car you were already there. We embraced. I brushed my fingertips lightly along your cheek and then lingered there. I took you in. I wondered how it was possible you were even more beautiful in person. I'd stared at your face from a screen every single day. I thought I knew it as well as anyone could. I hadn't anticipated being mesmerized by how incredibly stunning you'd look in person. I felt your body against mine as we embraced. The soft lines that curved from waist to hips. The elegant curve from your neck to your shoulders and collar bones. I sighed, brought my gaze to yours, and said "I'm so in love with you." We kissed. If that moment had been a movie scene, the background would have blurred in favor of focusing solely on us. The headlights on the road would have crept by while we moved in real time. The stars would have visibly twinkled a little brighter. And the rest of the world would have been patiently waiting for this moment before going back to it's mundane existence.
One year later, the world still waits. And I fall deeper in love with you every day. Happy Anniversary, My Love.
