Jan. 5th, 2004
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We had less than 24 hours left before we'd have to leave for home on our respective flights. Now stuck out near the Dulles airport (the last stop on our journey), we were hungry, and there wasn't much nearby. We decided to venture out one last time, thinking that we might also have a chance at meeting some girls if we did. We hadn't had any luck the rest of the week, but then I'm not sure how hard either of us was really looking.

It was an early spring evening when the shuttle driver dropped us off at a nearby strip mall. Most everything was closed, so we goofed off a little, running around the mall biding our time — but mostly enjoying each other's company.

Still hungry, we walked into an open drug store. After playing with some of the toys, laughing at each other's antics, we found our sustenance for the evening: Ritz crackers and cans of spray cheese. For variety, I grabbed the can of cheddar, and he the bacon cheddar. It was dusk as we called for the hotel shuttle and sat on the steps in front of the store to wait.

We opened the cans of cheese and talked about how much fun the week had been and how sad we were to see it come to an end. We so wanted this week to last forever, and somehow in the future, we were going to make that happen. We sat close, but not too close. Much like during the week, as we talked we'd find ourselves suddenly lost, staring into each other's eyes, occasionally breaking the glance we both knew lasted too long. Amazingly, we still hadn't run out of things to talk about. We were giddy, enjoying the boredom, and more than content in each other's company as we sprayed cheese in each others' mouths.

Occasionally our hands or knees would briefly touch — pulled away before it got too weird, but long enough to send a shock wave up my spine. We'd catch each other staring, and look away when caught. Ignoring the unanswered tension building, we were both amazed at how our friendship had grown in such a short period of time, despite living over 1,000 miles apart.

We hopped in the shuttle van and back at the hotel, we chatted into the night before finally falling asleep as close to the edges of our two beds as we could be, our arms dangling wishing to touch.

It was early in the morning, and his plane left earlier than mine, so we hopped off at his concourse. For seven days, we'd spent every moment awake and asleep together. But our time together was quickly coming to an end as he delayed boarding as long as he could.

At last call, we got up and looked at each other. We hugged each other very tightly, but not too long as our hug morphed into pats on the back. We made our plans to hang out after the semester was over. We waved goodbye one last time, and I watched him walk down the jetway until I could no longer see any part of him. For the first time in a week, I was alone. I grabbed my backpack and began the long walk to my concourse. I wasn't prepared for how much I'd miss him, mere moments after we parted. The longing was almost unbearable when I was suddenly self conscious and aware that there were other people were around. For the first time in a week, it was more than the two of us. Suddenly back in reality, I couldn't remember ever having had that much fun with anyone in my life. And I haven't let myself since.
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Mood: nostalgic
Listening to: The Cranberries - No Need to Argue
 
 
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Gantrioch: Lovegantrioch on January 5th, 2004 - 10:36 pm
This is being memoried.
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The People's Exhibit A: electric medavidology on January 5th, 2004 - 11:48 pm
stupid dreams dredging up old memories
...burned in mine. ::sigh::
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cliffsocakid825 on January 5th, 2004 - 10:49 pm
i love the icon. i have the video. <3
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The People's Exhibit A: Homer - oOodavidology on January 5th, 2004 - 11:49 pm
hehe that's what i made the icon from.
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cliffsocakid825 on January 5th, 2004 - 11:50 pm
i know, i know.
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Josephchemology on January 6th, 2004 - 01:44 am
Very romantic.
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nx01deevolution on January 6th, 2004 - 02:55 am
I'm saying your name, you know.
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The People's Exhibit A: davidology [by paul]davidology on January 6th, 2004 - 06:29 pm
<3
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Steve: JACK!!! =Dsteeeve on January 6th, 2004 - 02:55 pm
That is so sweet! <3

How I pine for a time when I can forget about the world around me.
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driftwoodsun on January 8th, 2004 - 08:50 pm
Ah, how some ghosts sweetly linger.

Thank you for sharing, David.
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baltpup25: lovebaltpup25 on May 9th, 2006 - 04:34 am
*lix*
OMG ... the power of your writing brings me to tears all the time. OK, maybe not tears, but warm fuzzies. I never skim your entries for fear of missing something. This one was amazing.

I'll never be able to fly out of Dulles again without a pang of heartbreak for ya (and forget National, sheesh, talk about expensive -- and can we NOT say Ronald Reagan?) hehehe
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