I walked out of the terminal and looked through the sea of people waiting on arrivals. I felt eyes on me, but they would all look away as soon as they realized I wasn't the person they were looking for. For about fifteen seconds I scanned the faces, looking for his blue eyes. I knew that if I could just see those blue eyes for the first time in person, I would know without a doubt if it really was him I had dreamed of all those years ago. Up until then I always had my doubts. How could it be him, 6,000 miles away? How could he be who I was meant to be with? How would that ever work? He was too far away from me and I from him. Somehow I still knew ... but I doubted myself. I didn't have faith in me.
I stopped scanning the room. I almost froze in place. People walked around me. Without knowing why, my head began to turn to the left. My eyes lost focus as it turned and I didn't regain my clarity until my head finished turning. When I was able to focus my eyes again, there he sat in a chair, wearing blue clothing to blend in with the surroundings and other people, and he was smiling.
I smiled back and he finally stood up. He came around the chairs until he was standing right in front of me.
"How are you, alright?"
I couldn't say a word. I looked him straight in the eyes, placed my hand on his cheek, and felt the world change. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight for a long, long time. I had known him nearly 7 years and I finally had him in front of me. There was no denying it, those were the eyes. He was the one. For one glorious moment, I held his face in my hands and just looked at him. He gently put his right hand on my cheek, tilted my face just a bit, and kissed me gently.
TO BE CONTINUED...