So when I headed over to Seattle to pick Morgan up at SeaTac I was a bit early... The weather hadn't been very great and I was worried about getting stopped on the pass (as in, it being closed), so I headed over early and had a couple of hours to spare once I got over.
I headed out to Bellevue to visit my buddy Hugo and see his mother (his mother had gotten very sick at the end of last year and Hugo's wife stayed at my house in the spare room for two months while she was in the hospital over here). I spent the better part of an hour with Hugo and had him get me back to my car by 2:30 to give me enough time to get up to SeaTac to wait for Morgan to arrive...
I underestimated the habit of Seattlites to leave early on Fridays and ended up getting there about 10 minutes late! (I know, can you believe that?!)
The moment I sped into the terminal, I called Morgan and let her know that I would be looking for her... She told me she was under the Alaska Air sign, so I started looking. Hmmm... There are four of them amidst a sea of airline logos and several doors to match. I ask her which door number she's at... She says 20. I see 18, so I keep driving a bit. I then notice that I'm going down in numbers. I HAD PASSED HER! Damnit, I said over the phone and pulled into the door marked 16. She says on the phone, "I see you."
I get out of my car to rush to unlock the two doors for her and her luggage (as I always do for women). Just as I'm about to unlock the back door, I glance to my right and see her. I had finally seen my love in the flesh, and it was more than I could have imagined. I quickly took her into my arms and she hugged me very tightly as though she didn't wish to let go.
After an embrace of a couple of minutes, I gently kissed her on her lips (which surprised her, since I am kind of a "rough and tumble" looking guy I guess) and told her we needed to get out of the terminal. Her face, neck and chest were the color of a Dr. Pepper can and the smile on her face told me all I needed to know. She was as elated as I was. Life was good.
I opened the doors for her and her luggage and loaded her bags into the back seat. As she sat down in the passenger seat I looked down at her with a smile and closed the door behind her.
As I pulled out of the terminal, I could sense the intense eyes stealing glances at me between looking out at Seattle and placing her hand on my leg. As we drove out of the airport I finally undertsood what it was to say and feel "completeness." I had finally discovered what it felt like to not be so unique... not be so alone in the world.
That's all for now, but I'll post more at a later time. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed living it.
Take care,
B
Friday, April 1, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
[Love] The awaited Morgan Blog Post
And here it is... compliments of Morgan :) :
"It all started on a tiny forum. Topics great and small were discussed. After getting acquainted with the regular members, I decided to add them as friends on facebook. One man in particular interested me, the guy a few years older than me whose profile picture was him wearing his headphones. At first I had chatted periodically with Brandon as I chat with other acquaintances, but very quickly I learned that he "was the male version of me." I admired him and enjoyed chatting with him about anything and everything, from the trivial to the transcendent. Chatting on Facebook turned to texting and turned to talking. The stuff he was saying matched what I do, what I say, and what I think exactly, and vice-versa. . . to the point of being mind-blowing. There were also strange coincidences: we would wake up within minutes of each other, say the same thing at the same time, or bring up a subject the other had on their mind. One day we were even eating the same thing while talking on the phone. . . It was all very strange. We talked on the phone every day for three hours or more. I slowly began to realize I wouldn’t be able to go through with my life never meeting Brandon face-to-face. So we arranged for me to visit during my spring break. . ."
"It all started on a tiny forum. Topics great and small were discussed. After getting acquainted with the regular members, I decided to add them as friends on facebook. One man in particular interested me, the guy a few years older than me whose profile picture was him wearing his headphones. At first I had chatted periodically with Brandon as I chat with other acquaintances, but very quickly I learned that he "was the male version of me." I admired him and enjoyed chatting with him about anything and everything, from the trivial to the transcendent. Chatting on Facebook turned to texting and turned to talking. The stuff he was saying matched what I do, what I say, and what I think exactly, and vice-versa. . . to the point of being mind-blowing. There were also strange coincidences: we would wake up within minutes of each other, say the same thing at the same time, or bring up a subject the other had on their mind. One day we were even eating the same thing while talking on the phone. . . It was all very strange. We talked on the phone every day for three hours or more. I slowly began to realize I wouldn’t be able to go through with my life never meeting Brandon face-to-face. So we arranged for me to visit during my spring break. . ."
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