Satellite
I can't help myself but I get more excited with every second. I paced up and down the hallway countless times but I still can't bring myself to just sit still and calm down. I have washed the dishes in the sink, I have tidied the lounge, fuck, I even considered baking a cake if I wouldn't be sure that it would end in a catastrophe given the mood I am in.
I can't concentrate. I am just so nervous. Like a child on Christmas morning waiting to be allowed to go downstairs to unwrap the presents. A shy smile just creeps over my face. It is not THAT different today. Then I am definitely waiting to unwrap something. Bad Evan. You really have dirty thoughts.
I smirk a little bit and stay for a second in my daydream fantasy before I again just start running to the little kitchen window from where I can overlook the parking space in front of my apartment building.
I can't believe that it had been so long but I guess it was always bound to happen with me being injured and tied to my flat in Tampa. I mean I have been on the telephone loads but it is still not the same. Is not the real deal. It's not like having him in my arms. Him, the man I utterly adore. The man I would wait a lifetime for if it was necessary.
And right now it feels like a lifetime. Believe me. I know that he is just half an hour late but for me it feels like days. Okay it might not been helpful that I was actually two hours too early ready for his arrival.
I bite my lips a little bit more and I swear I feel like exploding. Calm down, Evan. He won't be here quicker just because you are starting to lose it. You need to wait, you need to calm down. You need...
Oh my god, is that a car that I can hear in the background? I am at my little window in an instance and I can feel my little heart start racing. He parks his car and quickly he is out of the driving seat. I am just so lucky that he doesn't look up to the window otherwise I would now really look like the lovesick puppy that I am, I guess.
I can feel my heart skip a beat as he carefully knocks on my front door. I am torn between just racing to the door and throwing myself into his arms and just let him suffer a bit as well. I mean he let me wait for 40 minutes. That needs a bit of punishment.
But in the end my instinct wins. I run over to the door and quickly open the little lock. And there he finally is. The man of my dreams. My best friend. The lover I always wished for.
"Hi Randy." And with a happy smile I just fall into his arms. I am home again.
