Well.. I don't even know where to begin.
I GOT TO SEE WHITNEY AND HOLD HER AND KISS HER. YES! BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE!
Okay, now that I got that out of my system, I'm gonna write.
It's 4:30 pm and I'm ready to leave my house to make the five hour drive up to Salt Lake to stay the night and then fly out of SLC to go to Florida! I tell Whit that I'm leaving and she says "did you find that pair of boots?" No.. I couldn't find them, I looked but I really needed to get on the road, sorry.
"They're the only thing I want from home. I don't think I'm asking very much. They're inside the closet in a garbage bag."
An hour, 4 garbage bags, 3 boxes and 2 closets later, I still can't find them. And then I remember, she left a box in my front room closet, where I keep my dog food. Thinking, why not, I open the box and start digging. And sure enough, there is the pair of boots.
That's almost like the hall closet in a garbage bag, right?
(needless to say, this one will never die.)
Anyhow! I get up to Salt Lake, we skype for a bit and then I go to sleep because I have to wake up at around 6 a.m. to get to the airport on time. I wake up, get all ready for the day and get on my plane. I find my seat and fall asleep for a little bit, but end up reading for most of the flight to my layover in Minneapolis. I land, hurry across the ENTIRE airport, end up paying almost $10 for a coke and a slice of pizza, then board my next plane. The last thing I have to do before I see her. In a matter of hours, I'd be back in her arms again and I'd be happy. I get to sit next to the coolest old guy on this flight. His name was Bill Tureg (not sure on the spelling.) but he was a nuclear physicist and explained to me how reactors worked. Most of the time, I just nodded my head and pretended that I understood what he was saying. So my flight to Orlando was comfortable and entertaining. It felt like it was 8 hours long when it was really only 3-ish.
I land and text Whitney and her dad and tell them I just landed. Whitney said that her friend had to work and couldn't bring her to the airport, and I said that's okay. I didn't expect to see her there anyway and it would only be an extra 30 minutes before I saw her. Her dad says to follow the signs for baggage claim and he'd be waiting for me there. I get my luggage from overhead and whitney is just barraging me with all these texts like "hurry and get here, I can't wait anymore." and I keep telling her that I'm at the back of the plane, I can't control how fast the people in front of me get off.
She really needed to relax.
I finally get off the plane and follow the signs and see her dad and his girlfriend standing there waiting. I walk up and say it took forever, apologize, and I hear, in the most beautiful voice I've ever heard, "BABE!" I turn and there she is! The dumb little liar! She was hiding around the corner and we hugged tighter than ever before and kissed and laughed and she started to cry a little bit and I got to hold her and choke on her hair again and breathe in her scent and see her green eyes and my world was whole once again.
The next days went by in a blur, we were busy from sunrise to midnight every single day. But we did everything in all the parks. It was perfect and way too short of a trip.
Some highlights:
Whitney took me out to a really fancy dinner in an aquarium and watched me look like a little kid in a candy store at all the fish. (I'm studying to be a marine-biologist.)
Walking around Epcot and seeing all the countries together, acting all sophisticated and grown-up, getting little things from various countries. (We even French kissed in France.)
The safari ride in Animal Kingdom. We both love animals and were so fascinated by this and we held hands and it was perfect. We're planning to go on a real safari now.
The Osbourne lights in Hollywood Studios. There are over 4 million lights set up but not a single one can compare to her. (gag. but really it's true.)
And then.. the last day came. It was awful. Terrible. We both had an impending sense of doom counting down the hours until she had to go clock in. We were able to get some food together, for the last time, before she had to work. We finished our food and I walked her to her entrance to the locker room, kissed her, she kissed me, kissed my cheek, and said bye.. As I was walking away, my heart started to break so I yelled her name in the middle of a mob of people and as she turned, I gave the ASL sign for "I love you." and she saw it, smiled, and walked through the door.
I haven't seen her since.
The days since have been.. well.. awful. It's really hard for me to be whole again and then have that end as quickly as it started. but. the time we spent together was so amazing. I would just look over at her and she would be radiating light. Nobody else could see it, I'm sure, but I could. I see her through a different set of eyes than I see the rest of the world. I hear her laugh and I get goosebumps knowing that she's the person I get to be with forever. I get to hear that melodic sound for the rest of my existence. I see her smile and feel a warmth that I can't feel anywhere else. There's something about this girl that changes my entire life every single time I'm with her. I've said it a million times before, but I mean it, this girl brought the color back into my black and white world. She's one in seven-point-something billion and she's mine. I can't believe it.
(oh yeah.. She's been pestering me about proposing to her for months and I've been saying no. but now that I'm back, I really wish I would have done it. She was right.)
but either way, we're going to get married. I can't be without this girl for the rest of time. There's nobody else that will do.
6.6.15
Skyler.
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