Saturday, May 2, 2020

Arrival

Saturday, May 2, 2020

My plane landed at Juan Santamaria International Airport in Alajuela, Costa Rica on 8 March 2020. I was anxious to get out of there, but Wilbert, the man who was supposed to pick me up was late. Did he forget? Shall I take a cab? What will I do now? Do I wait? I thought to myself. I decided to wait. I paced back and forth in the arrivals area, looking for Wilbert while dodging cab drivers offering me a ride. Half an hour passed and he appeared holding a sign bearing my name.

The uphill drive from the airport to our villa in Vara Blanca takes an hour, which to me felt like a lifetime. The driver and I exchanged pleasantries but my mind wasn't in it. I couldn't wait to see D who arrived hours ago and was waiting for me in the villa. As I imagined meeting him after a long absence, unbridled joy began to bubble up inside me.

It was cold and dark when we arrived. I knocked on the door and there he was standing in front of me: D, the love of my life, the man of my dreams. We clung to each other; I didn't want to let him go. We've longed for that moment for a very long time, and after what we've been through the past year, I can't believe we've really made it happen.

I entered the living room and saw that the fire in the fireplace was lit just like he promised. The entire room felt so warm and comforting, but we took more refuge in us like an armor against the ills of the world. 

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