Distance is merciless with love... And it makes a great job destroying relationships. Yet, sometimes distance makes hearts grow fonder of each other and closer together. And that "freedom" to explore, makes you realize you don't really want something else... Distance as well, makes you create an idealized version of the loved one... She (or he), becomes a beautiful concept of your day dreams...
... I was not worried about how tired I may look, and the whole jet-lag thing... At this point, after 10 hours sitting on a plane, I was quite aware I smelled funny and was not in my best shape... I didn't mind.
I was worried about the clash between the Albane of my dreams, and the one I was about to have in front... I had been with the Albane from dreamland and my spacing out times for almost 5 months, while the "real" one I got to be around just a couple in Canada... The "idea" versus the "materia" Albane where about to have a rendez-vous.
Came out of the plane... Everything in french. Hearing the microphones giving directions in french made me smile so much, and realize that yes... I was in France. I smiled, even more, because I could understand everything. I said to my self "maybe this past months self-teaching me french will come in handy".
Heart started to pound stronger... Faster.
She would be across that big door after baggage claim...
breath in...
breath out...
chill...
go to the bathroom, shape up a tad...
brush those teeth
...
You have the luggage... Just freaking cross that door!
... I did.
She wasn't there... My plane was earlier, her train was to arrive in a few minutes.
Tic... Tac... HORRIBLE WAIT AND ANTICIPATION...
I dreamt so much about this moment, how will it feel?. How will it match my expectations?...
Tic... Tac...
OMG... Here she comes!...
Damn, she's hot... This feels weird, she is smiling at me...
... HUG... Hug?... I AM HUGGING HER... awwwww
... sigh ...
Yes... It felt weird. I had been "warned" by many of how this happens after time of separation, the very first time of meeting again, is like an ackward shock...
Tic... tac... Ackwardness wearing off... Having her head against my shoulder on the train feels great. Her smile is even better on real person, and my hands still match hers when they hold.
Back in her place... Ackwardness?... Meh... It felt as nice, and logical and natural, as it had felt before... And even better, with the excitement of being together. The excitement of being in France...
... The excitement of being with her in her bed... Jet lag?... Well... I guess I wasn't that tired. ;-)
...
I arrived in a Sunday at 3:00 pm... We had time to chill, relax, eat something... Had a good chat, walk, and time to lay together in bed and smile... It really was sweet to be there, feeling problems far away, and just enjoying the scent of her hair and the look of her eyes. You know how eyes smile?... Hers do in a pretty cool way.
Monday was my time to get acquainted with Lille and it's downtown... Albane's school, and know some of the people in her life. It was cool since she was introducing me around, and people would be like "ah!, you are Héctor from México!, that is why Albane is smiling so much!". I had heard so much about her school, friends, and all this places where she works or eats... Now, walking around them for real, had quite the surreal taste.
In downtown we had a beer... It was an altogether cool relaxing day, cooking some dinner and enjoying being around each other... IT WAS GREAT.
The next day?... Ok!... Time to take off to the South of France and quite the adventure for almost a week!...
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