The Awaited Trip

Sitting on the plane, trying to sleep, my mind racing, I thought the flight would never end. It had been four months since I'd seen the man I love. Impatient yet hopeful days filled those months... but then, all at once, I was walking through the terminal, anxious and ready to be in his arms again.

When I spotted him there in the crowd, I hugged him so tightly... never wanting that moment to end.

It was a glorious 7 days in the arms of my Vegar. As we both lack the ability to remember events, for your benefit and ours I want to write out the events that transpired that week. Nothing earth-shattering, but the continued building of a foundation of deep affection and love.

Day 1: November 20
My week started at the airport in Vegar's arms. My parents were to ride to his parents' home by car and he and I would go by train. After they left, we sat and cuddled at the airport for a couple of hours until we departed by train to his house. By this point, I was extremely tired, but enjoyed the train ride and the scenery. The lake looked lovely and the forests were mysteriously silent and untouched.
When we arrived to his hometown, we walked from the train station to his family's home. It was a forty-five minute trek, and we enjoyed the time to talk.

Vegars view
I woke early. I had not been able to sleep, neither much because of a company outing the days before, nor heavily because of my very high anticipation. Kelly was coming! I had set the alarm, but woke before it went off. Kelly was coming! Today!
I donned the clothes I had prepared a week before. They were carefully ironed and prepared for just this day.
I put some finishing touches to my apartment, went over it one more time to make sure it would look alright for when Kelly, with parents, would come to see it a few days later.
It had to look alright.

So, off I went. I practically ran to the road, and grabbed the first taxi I saw. See, there was a slight chance I might not be there in good time if I didn´t hurry. When I had not seen the woman I love for months, the last thing I want to be is late.
It turns out I arrived with plenty of time left. One thing was on my mind, Kelly´s flight. I found the number on the screens and sighed relieved. It had not yet landed.
Anxiously, I paced back and forth in front of the international arrivals until the plane had safely landed, and I knew she could come any minute. Kelly! After months of waiting she would be with me again.
I felt to my dread that sweat was pouring. I was so anxious my sweat poured. I was so afraid I would smell by the time she arrived. So I took off my jacket to better air my armpits.
I was so nervous. How would she like Norway? How would her parents like the apartment I had spent the last weeks fixing up in anticipation of just this time? Though I knew I had nothing to worry about, all these things raced through my head. Slightly muted by one large and immense thought clouding everything else; Kelly! She´s bound to walk through those doors at any time now!

An eternity seemed to pass. Then, when Americans coming through the international arrivals had loudly professed their presence by speaking of how great it was to finally have both feet on the ground my parents arrived. What seemed as an eternity after that I saw Joe and Debra walk through the doors in front of me. The very next split second my eyes were drawn to Kelly.
Suddenly, nothing else existed. The loud Americans talking about whatever and the general hustle and bustle of the airport drowned. I think someone called my name, or spoke to me - but I had and have no idea what was said. People walking by were blurred to my eyes, yet Kelly remained as clear as crystal to my eyes. Suddenly all my worries melted away - my apartment may as well never have existed at all. My clothes could have been rags or the best suit ever made - all that existed was me, and Kelly. Kelly. The woman my eyes had longed to see for what at that point seemed like years. She was there! Right in front of me! Gliding towards me with the steps and special movement which I have identified as her own way of walking. Funny how the most minute detail suddenly got so strong. The glinting in her eyes as she saw me. The huge smile on her lips.
Time was drawn out like a rubber band. Stretched to the point of breaking. Then, when she was in my arms and I could feel her close once again, time soon returned. Too soon.
My hand found hers quickly. Feeling her soft hands again after months apart... Every second of this first encounter was.... Wow!
Honestly, the rest of the days we spent together was very much spent in a daze. I remember very little except every detain of the 20th. A wonderful day which I could describe in meticulate detail given the chance. Yet physical needs present themselves. Right now, sleep presses on and I must heed it´s call for now.