Expectations

This post has been written by me and my friend @Monathais. Thanks a lot for writing this with  me. You can read it here too http://myworldofsmallbigthings.blogspot.in/

"Time had come for them to finally meet. And the world stood still waiting for the moment."

Adam

The alarm on his mobile went off. He hit the snooze button. He blinked and squinted at the time, it was 9:30.

“What the… I overslept again, even today, when she is coming.” In an instant he was wide awake.

“Her plane lands at 10.” He thought looking into the mirror as he brushed his teeth. “Should I shave? Or will she like my stubble? I think she said I looked better clean shaven on Skype. That will take five more minutes. How could I have overslept?” He had started applying the shaving foam even before he finished brushing his teeth.

In ten minutes he had taken a shower and was mulling about wearing sport shoes or brown leather shoes when he noticed it was already 9:50.

“Will she wait for me when she comes out? Or will she simply leave for her hotel? She will definitely message or call me once she lands. I wonder if she would let me touch her breasts. She showed them to me on Skype. Fuck this headache. I shouldn’t have drunk last night.” He weaved his car through the heavy morning traffic. He checked the clock on the dashboard, it was 10 already. He checked his phone, no messages yet.

He called her phone. The robot voice on the phone told him that it is switched off.

“I hope she messages me when she lands. Will she be wearing that red lace bra she said she had bought for me? Will I find a parking space? I hope my looks don’t disappoint her. It must be jam packed at the airport at this time. Fuck this hangover?”

Fifteen minutes later his car was in the long queue waiting to get into the parking lot. He checked his phone again. Still no message. It was 10:45.

“Has she left already? She must have waited for me and then must have left for her hotel. But why didn’t she message me? Does she really want to meet me? Or did I force her to come down all the way to meet me? But it was she who said that she would like me to pick her up at the airport. Why the fuck is that car not moving?”

He honked his horns twice. The man in the car ahead of his leaned out of the window and shouted something. He tries to call her. The phone began to ring. His heart started to beat faster. The cars in front of him started to move. He scrambled to take the steering wheel and dropped the phone under the seat. There was no way he could bend down and pick the phone up as the cars were moving now. Finally he found a place to park his car.

He put his hands under the seat and fumbled around for the phone but couldn’t find it.

“Fuck I shouldn’t have brought the car.” He decided to leave the phone and ran up the stairs towards the international arrival gate.

He reached the arrival. He checked the big digital clock on the wall over the heads it shows 11:26 in read. He scanned the area furiously for a petite girl, with black shoulder length hair, round face, small brown eyes, smiling and squinting at him. That was all he saw is a sea of unknown faces.

Eve

"How am I going to resist during this long flight? I cannot read, I cannot watch any movie, I cannot do anything. I am too nervous. My feet will hurt and they will be like thick logs, so it's good I decided to take the long pants. I will change my blouse and freshen up once we prepare to land. Should I wear gloss or lipstick. Definitely gloss. If he kisses me, I will not leave any marks on his lips. These butterflies are killing me. I know he likes me, he almost licked the screen last time we skyped and showed him the special bra I bought for him...

…But what about chemistry, intimacy? I am so bad with this, and my body needs time to get used with somebody's touch. No, it's impossible. We will connect immediately. I know that. We haven't spent our last five years in long talks just to behave like teenagers, when meeting each other. We are so in love and crazy with desire. It will be perfect. It has to be perfect. When we are at the hotel, I must keep my lucidity. It will not be spontaneous, but a shower and my special body lotion must be applied. I want him to see me sparkling. I owe him that much. But I missed him so dearly, how will I be able to refuse his embrace and his lips and his beautiful hands? I wonder if he is as restless as I am…

…He seemed so preoccupied the other day. Scared? Cold feet? Not really. My Adam is a strong man and he never lied to me. Too many feelings. Too many emotions. Maybe I should really read something...

…I cannot focus...Words are slippery. What is he doing now? Coming to the airport? Just the thought of finally being able to touch him gives me the thrills of my life. Oh my God, I will stay in his arms. This yearning…

…I hope he is as happy as I am. And I so wish he loves me even more after we meet. For me it’s clear, He is the one. And I will do anything in my power to show him this. With each breath in his presence…And this movie is not helping at all. Too slow… Perhaps if I close my eyes…

…One more hour…Breath…everything will be ok, you flew half of the world for him…He will be yours…finally. Just have a bit more patience…I should text him as the formalities seem to take too long…Message received…heart beats so fast…oh, its just the network sms…

…But I am sure he is already here, waiting for me…I need air…I need to get out…I need to see him…where is he…too many people…should I call….ahhh, no answer…damn…

Wait… oh, the shining of my soul in recognition….his smile, his concerned frown and his eyes…I missed you so much my love…ignore the tears in my eyes. I am here. Hold me tight and let’s make this moment last forever. I was right to believe you were the one. I love you…Come on, look at me...Yes…search for my smile…Just a few people to your right… ”  

To be continued...in another lifetime. Hopefully with a happy ending.