All the texts, the hundreds of hours on the telephone, all the stories shared in detail, none of it has prepared me for you. Here with me now, you are new and familiar. We walk in the door together, and before we say a word, we are in each other’s arms. The waiting is over and our smiles are welcoming and inviting. Suddenly all of our shyness and embarrassment are gone, and when we kiss, we melt into each other, our hearts beating audibly. Neither of us want to interrupt this first kiss, but we need air, and we draw away but not apart.
“How were your flights?”
“Long,” You answer. “Thankfully, over now.”
Yes. After all these months of anticipation and shared confessions of love, thankfully, the longing and waiting is now over. I take your hand and lead you inside.
“Are you hungry?” I ask quietly.
“Only for you,” you say.
It is so strange to be so familiar, to know each other so well and yet to be so completely new. I am caught between feeling we have done this many times before and realizing that it is finally happening for the first time right now.
You take my hand and put it around your waist, and we are so close our hips brush together as we walk, so close that we are one.
