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Post by Rose on May 11, 2004 23:33:02 GMT -5
*laughs* Okay then. Gather 'round, children. *sits cross-legged on the couch and recants the tale* Once we finally found the car we were all pretty worn out. MR and I sat in the back together. It was dark, already past eight, and you could tell things were a little tense. Mom was blabbing. Only god knows what she was talking about. MR kept looking over at me and moving his hand a tiny bit closer ... I could tell he wanted to hold my hand but wasn't sure whether or not he should. Then, being the utter dumbass that I am, I try to break the tension by plunking my hand down on his. I smiled at him but the moment wasn't funny for long. He looked at me and smiled and I smiled back. Then he shifted a bit and put his arm around me, holding me close and squeezing my hand with his free hand. He kissed my forehead quite a few times, not just a peck, but a meaningful kiss. I swear I could almost hear his thoughts. All the streetlights seemed to make my vision a fuzzy radiance ... finally it happened. He kissed me and I kissed him. We both whispered "I love you." From that moment on, the tension was gone. We were completely comfortable together. *sighs wistfully*
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Post by Rose on May 11, 2004 8:05:41 GMT -5
Well, I can understand that...
*sighs*
Anyway, MR cleared the story of the car ride home, so if anyone wants to hear that, I'll post it.
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Post by Rose on May 10, 2004 23:11:52 GMT -5
Aww, thanks guys.
*blush* =3
The rest of the story might be mush overdrive for y'all.
*laughs*
And yes, the cloak was VERY sexy. The very epitome of sexiness! I'll protect that cloak.
*eyes Vel suspiciously*
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Post by Rose on May 10, 2004 18:59:13 GMT -5
*chuckles* No no, we met this Spring Break. Almost two months ago now. Heh ... I wish it were so simple, Mikaru. MR lives in Nevada. I live in Oklahoma. *laughs* Yes, he wore his cloak, but only when out of the house. It was quite sexy.
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Post by Rose on May 10, 2004 18:44:45 GMT -5
Aah ... seems I have an audience. Alright, on to the story! MR had been planning to come here as soon as possible and it just so happened that he got the chance to do so during Spring Break. Both of us were, to put it mildly, ecstatic. Finally the big day came. I'm not a big make-up person, but I can tell you that I dolled myself up as best as I could. I was shaking like a leaf and snapping at everyone, especially my mother, who was, for some reason, elected to take me to go get him. -_- Once we got in the car, she revealed that she didn't know how to get to the airport. In the midst of freaking out and screaming at her, I called Dad and he gave us directions. We went to the airport and got hideously lost since it's been remodeled and neither of us had been there for many years. FINALLY we found the right terminal and we still had some time left. Mom suggested we check out the gift store and then we argued about what we should get MR ... we ended up getting nothing. ; At five minutes before seven we went out to the terminal and waited ... and waited ... I was pacing back and forth like mad. Five minutes after he was supposed to be there, I started getting worried that the flight had been delayed. However, finally people started coming. A few minutes passed ... Mom was getting impatient and talking to Dad on her cell. Then ... I saw him. "That's him," I whispered. Mom said, "Whaaat?" "That's him! Right there!" I said, pointing. It was him alright, all decked out in his cloak and everything. I can't describe to you exactly what emotion I felt right then. It was like being so scared you can barely move mixed with the feeling that you could jump to the moon without the slightest effort. He saw me and I must've been smiling so wide that my face hurt because he started smiling too. I went up to him and gave him a hug, and honest to god I can't remember exactly what I said to him or he said to me. I believe it was something along the lines of, "Hey!" ... and he made a comment that broke the ice. It felt wonderful just to hold him, even for those few seconds. Mom took a picture and after getting lost yet again, we finally found the exit and the car. ...As for the car ride home, I'll have to get MR's approval to post here. Nothing personal guys, but MR is a stickler for privacy and all. (And no, you perverts, nothing like that happened.)
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Post by Rose on May 9, 2004 23:53:15 GMT -5
*sighs* Why, Airmaster? Alright, well, I'll tell you how we met online. Basically it was pure luck. Both of us have an online journal. I got really bored one day and was looking through random journals. I stumbled upon his and after a bit of arguing with myself, I left a comment. I didn't give it any thought after that, thinking he'd ignored it. Waaaaay after that, he replied. We exchanged comments for a while until one day, he IMed me. The rest is, as they say, history. And the first time we met in real life ... whew, that's one long story. I'll tell it tomorrow, since I don't have time today.
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Post by Rose on May 9, 2004 17:43:19 GMT -5
I never did hear that story. How did you and MR meet for the very first time? In "real" life, or online?
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Post by Rose on May 6, 2004 23:49:40 GMT -5
Yes, Airmaster. I know. I can't describe the pain to you. I could try, but I'm sure it won't be anything near what either of us felt when we had to be separated.
I am lucky, I know. I'm very thankful for MR and very happy that we got to meet in person.
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Post by Rose on May 6, 2004 9:55:13 GMT -5
*pats Cent*
Hey. It'll all work out somehow ... I promise. Everything always works out eventually, no matter how bad things look at first.
At first when MR left, I honestly thought I couldn't go on without him. However, I'm obviously still alive. You just have to think about the good times to get through the bad. I just remind myself that soon we'll be together again.
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Post by Rose on May 6, 2004 1:52:27 GMT -5
*hugs him* Don't be sad!
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Post by Rose on May 6, 2004 0:58:14 GMT -5
Airmaster...
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Post by Rose on May 5, 2004 20:44:23 GMT -5
Gah! Now I shall be curious for days.
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Post by Rose on May 5, 2004 20:31:56 GMT -5
Eh?
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Post by Rose on May 5, 2004 20:16:00 GMT -5
Assuming she got online, why couldn't you? What's stopping you?
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Post by Rose on May 5, 2004 20:08:49 GMT -5
*shakes my head*
Why do people play these games? Just come out and tell her. It'll save you tons of time and grief.
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