I look around the airport anxiously, searching the sea of heads for that one familiar face. It’s been over two years since I’ve last seen Katy in person, we’ve been video calling over Skype every night to keep us satisfied, but we both missed each other’s touch and couldn’t bare it any longer. So I helped Katy pay for a ticket so she could come and visit me for a few months and today was the day she’s finally arriving.
Katy and I have dated all through high school and broke the school record for the longest lasting relationship. She’s still my girlfriend and the long distance relationship only strengthened our bond, which is surprising since most long distance relationships usually end with one of the partners having sex with someone else.
My heart is racing when I see her walking somewhat in my direction pulling a hot pink suitcase which trails behind her. I start to walk which quickly turns into a run towards her; she spots me and starts to run for me as well. People clear a path for us, Katy drops her luggage and jumps into my arms as tears start to stream from her eyes. She wraps her arms tightly around me as I wrap mine around her. People pass, giving us a variety of disturbed, compassionate and jealous looks. I set Katy on the ground and take her head in my hands, kissing her lips passionately the way I did when we were in high school.
“I’ve missed you so much, what the fuck was I thinking attending a college three thousand miles away?!” Katy exclaims as she pulls away from our kiss, breathless.
“You were thinking you wanted a bachelor’s degree in biology, and you still do.” I reply, quickly kiss her again.
“Right, well I only have two more agonizing years without you before I graduate,” she sighs, smiling with glee, I smile too, the way I always have when she has.
“I love you, I’ve missed you,” I say, sweeping her up off her feet and spinning her around in the air.
“I love you,” Katy replies, laughing as she’s twirled.
“I know you do,” I set her back down and kiss her lips again; her perfect, soft lips. I run my fingers through her hair like I did on the park bench the day Katy beat the living hell out of Michael. Her hair is soft and smooth as ever, almost too perfect, well, Katy is almost too perfect. To perfect to belong to me, too perfect to be mine, but she is mine, she’s perfectly mine.
We arrive at my seventeenth story apartment in the cities after a romantic dinner at an Italian restaurant; it’s about 10:47 and Katy and I are tired as hell.
“I’m gonna get changed,” Katy says, rolling her suitcase into the bathroom.
“Sure thing,” I reply, tossing my keys on my tiny dining room table. I walk into my room, which is one out of three in my apartment – I have my room, the bathroom and the kitchen/dining/living room which is the biggest room in the apartment. I change out of my clothes and into some dark grey sweat pants and a black tank top. Katy’s sitting on my little couch looking at an old traveling magazine when I reenter the room.
“Paris, huh?” I ask, glancing at the page as I sit down next to her.
“Ha, I wish, I mean look at this! What the hell is les cuisses de grenouille?!” She exclaims, giggling.
“Uhh, yeah, those are frogs’ legs.” I reply with a chuckle.
“Well, that sounds appetizing…” Katy giggles even harder. After Katy and I catch our breath, stomachs hurting, I lean back lazily on the couch’s soft cushions, letting out a sigh. Katy leans over setting her head on my chest, pressing her warm body close to mine.
“Would you ever want to go to Paris?” she asks in a tired voice.
“What? Paris? Well sure, why not?” I reply as I run my fingers down her silky hair; she kisses my hand as it reaches her cheek.
“Would you take me with you?” She asks, her voice sounds distant.
“Sure, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I answer, gently kissing the top of her head. Katy falls asleep on my chest, breaths even and calm, her face so innocent and beautiful; I smile. I lean my head on hers as I look at the open magazine, it slowly gets blurrier and blurrier and I soon fall asleep.
I wake up to the sight of Katy’s beautiful blue eyes,
“Morning,” she says sleepily.
“Morning,” I reply, kissing her lips.
“Why do I even bother with having beds? Somehow, I always end up sleeping on the couch anyway,” I state, laughing.
I’m standing amongst the sea of heads again, the few months Katy has stayed have gone by way to fast and I’m already saying goodbye like I did at the end of my first day of kindergarten.
“Well, it’s been fun, but unfortunately, college calls with all its studying and knowledge stuff,” Katy sighs, giving my hand a squeeze.
“Can’t pass learning stuff,” I chuckle, giving her hand a squeeze back. An official female voice announces the last boarding call for Katy’s flight.
“I better get going then, I love you,”
“I love you too, and I promise one of the next flights you get on will be to Paris with me,” I state as I hold up my hand, extending my pinky. Katy looks at it, smiling.
“Another time, promise.” She agrees, tightly linking our little fingers as she kisses me. Our pinkies part as she heads for her boarding gate, I watch till she’s out of sight.
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"Another time, promise."
Short Story“Another time, promise.” she replies as she looks down at our hands, extending her perfect little pinky. I take it in mine, sealing the promise.
