Monday, January 18, 2010


Monday, January 18, 2010

The air was rife with exultant anticipation. Containing my own eagerness, I sat amid the expectant crowd. From my seat I could see the security personnel battling with a throng of people all wanting to gain entrance, anxious to welcome the new arrivals. D’s plane was delayed, but that didn’t faze me. What’s another couple of hours when I’ve been waiting for his arrival for several months?

On the small monitor perched in front I scanned every person going down the arrival ramp. With each person who walked down that ramp, my impatience grew. Why’s he not here yet? What’s taking him so long? I saw the exact sentiment mirrored in the faces that surrounded me.

And then, at last, I saw him. The happiness I felt was terrifying. I wanted to break into a run, hurry forward and give him a fierce hug, but I didn’t. I’ve been waiting for that very moment for quite a long time that I didn’t want it to be rushed. I wanted it to last.


Anonymous said...

Your writing Angeli is excellent. Have you considered putting a book together? I'd love to read it.

Angeli said...

thank you, unstranger. a book? maybe someday, who knows? :)

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