Second Meetings

Piece for my 100 Things Challenge. This is #10 - Breathe Again.

You ever think “what if…?” cause I do, all the time if I’m honest. Probably more than I think about what is. Mostly I think about Him, about how different our lives should have been and whether or not fate plays a part in our lives.

We should have gone a different path… HE should still be here to take that other path.

 

Mostly, I think about how our second meeting would have been…

I think about how nervous I would have been, pulling up at the airport in my car. I wonder if the reality of it all would have even set in before I saw him. I wonder, if after five years, if I’d become the person he’d imagined I would. I wonder if he’d be proud of me.

I wonder if he’d recognise me… one English girl amongst so many, stood at arrivals with a smile, waiting for Him, and Him alone.

 

I know seeing Him again would feel like… like finally breathing again after holding your breath for so long. It would feel like electric over my skin…

It would be like finally feeling real.

 

I dream it sometimes… I dream I’m there and I’m watching Him walk to me, like his phantom watches me as I climb off a plane in his part of the world.

I dream He smiles when He sees me.

I dream of his arms wrapping around me, and of Him whispering my name…

 

…and then I wake.

Cold, Alone, Breathless and Not Real…

 

…and I wonder what it would feel like to finally breathe again.

Author's Note

This is the first piece I've written in a very long time.
In fact, the last piece I wrote was the last piece submitted on here, in Dec 2009.
It kinda feels like coming home... Of course, it also means constructive criticism is more than welcome - Heck, I might be loosing my touch ;)

Reviews

[Xavier Spade]

Masterfully wrought. Short and even more powerful for it.
We men in faraway lands can't help but phantasize ourselves as 'Him'.
Eloquently and evocatively written. 100/100!