Shifting from foot to foot, a dull aching in your heels.
You've been standing for minutes, hours, days... Though you really haven't been.
You've just arrived. Yet you're so impatient.
Patience is the key they always say.
But this is too good to be patient for.
You've been waiting for years to meet him.
The one you spend all night talking to,
The one you told all your secrets to,
The one who understands you more than you understand yourself.
And yet you're nervous.
What if you don't meet the bar?
What if you're not what he's been looking for?
What if this is the end?
Yet it's not.
Because you know that those thoughts are just small doubts.
Small doubts that have no meaning, because you've known this man for years.
You'd know through the way he talked, typed, worded his sentences if he was no longer interested.
Now your feet rely ache because you have been standing there for an hour.
The plane was delayed but you can see the gate from where you stand.
There's no sign in your hands to welcome him. He knows every detail of you.
He could pick you out of a crowd faster than you could find Waldo.
You think you see him but a crowd of scurrying people flit to and fro.
Annoyance.
And yet a smile springs across your face as you're embraced from behind.
He was always a sneaky one. You know by the feel that this is the one you've been waiting for.
Turning you greet him with all the assurance and love you can give him.
Because you've waited long enough.
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