2001-02-06
fuzzy
i didn't think i'd make it.
his bus was leaving at 12:40 and i was still at w4th station at 12:30. panic set in.
i finally made it to port authority and i bolted up the stairs, past slow walkers, through the subway gates, burst open the doors and entered pa. a quick glance to the signs and i was off and running to gate 221. (running in boots isn't as easy as you might think.)
i ran up the esclator at the gate. i got to the top to see...nothing. *sigh* i had missed him. there was a message on my cell phone. i pressed the button to call my voice mail. i was huffing and puffing and sweat was starting to form on my forehead. damn! i missed him.
*whistle*
i turn around and see t standing at the other end of the gate. phone still up to my ear, i smile a silly smile and walk slowly over to him. (i feel like this moment came from right out of a movie.)
there wasn't any words that i really wanted to say. i just wanted to be there. see him, hug him, kiss him one last time before he goes. he makes me feel fuzzy inside. i want to return the feeling.
i ran across town just to see him for 5 minutes! i can't remember the last time i wanted to do that for someone. it felt good. i felt alive.
i'd go anywhere, anytime, just to feel fuzzy again.
22:11:41
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