The Meeting

Finally we meet!

The plan was for Carl and I to meet half-way between his home/work and my home. And so our sacred meeting place, a landmark for which I will be grateful for my entire life, was Valencia. It is difficult to remember that day as my mind was racing, my heart was anxious and my body was on overdrive. Periodically I would stare at the clock and count the hours until I was face to face with this man that I have fallen in love with. How is that possible? I don't have the answers but know our feelings are true. When the time arrived I jumped into my car on a road that will forever change my life. Never has black asphalt and white paint meant more to any human soul as it did for me that evening. My arrival was early so I planned and prepared for a few surprises for Carl. He was at the hotel arranging surprises of his own. Oh the anticipation! As I left with a picnic basket full of nourishing foods and a bag covered with gifts for my love. As the sun left my side of the hemisphere and gleefully awoke souls on the other side of the planet, my phone rang. It was my Carl, my Somebody! The call I had waited for my entire life. The call of all calls. It was time. With a full heart, a loaded car and palpable anxiousness I drove to meet my love for the first time. As I slowly pulled up to his truck, I was guided in by two huge balloons, our song playing out loud and a bouquet of red long stem roses. I was the plane; he, his gifts and his truck were the lighted airstrip. I found my way home. Trembling, we walked towards each other and embraced. I remember his first touch, our first kiss and staring into his eyes so deeply that I felt it at the core of my being. As long as I live I shall never forget that moment or the moments that followed. We walked together to our room which welcomed me with a bottle of champagne and rose petals on the bed. "Is this real, am I dreaming" were thoughts that circled my mind. Whatever it is...thank you God/Universe! I humbly thank you for this gift!

The moments, hours and days that followed were so gentle, passionate and full that one could not write about them in one day. It is the stuff in which books are written, poetry is recited and grand opuses are conducted. This I know for sure: I love and am loved.

It was difficult for me to leave Carl that Sunday. How can I wait until our next "meeting" when all I do is think of him, want him and need him? This is our meantime, our for now until the day comes that we wake up together each and every day.

I love you Carl! I miss you Carl!

xoxo