Hi,
In July I turned 30. Scary to leave the twenties behind me. But I had the best birthday present. Two days later I picked up my soul mate, my love, my best friend, my everything, from Heathrow.
We'd been talking and in a relationship for a little over two years, meeting on a poetry forum. Neither looking for anything more than an outlet for our writing. But something about her, (you'll see yourselves as you read her posts) drew me to her. I knew nothing about her apart from her age and location....... And her awesome personality. We talked, joked, set poetry challenges. Stood up for each other and started messaging through the site. We seemed to naturally fall into something more than friends. Neither of us really vocalising it but both feeling it.
We Skype and voice called, we kikd and yahoo messengered....daily. For hours and hours a day.
The day I picked Bridgette up from Heathrow, I was nervous and excited. I'd seen the tickets, had the flight numbers from Alabama to Chicago and on from Chicago to Heathrow, I had the flight tracker app to keep me updated. I was there early, 4 hours before the flight was due to land. Found myself a seat and settled in with a book. Updated from my phone telling me it was on time. Early in fact. I followed the route and speed and altitude.
"Coming into approach"
"Landing"
"Landed"
"Taxiing"
"Awaiting baggage"
"Baggage arrived at carousel 5"
Nothing. I was stood waiting at arrivals. Looking up at the screen saying the luggage had arrived. An hour went by and still nothing. I was playing hunt the American at this point. Looking for anyone that could've been on the Chicago flight. Looking for cub hats or Chicago hoodies.
I started to worry, thinking maybe she'd missed the connecting flight? Travelling on her own, for the first time it was possible. But I would've heard surely? I stood at the barriers a little longer until I had to give in. I needed the bathroom.
After walking from the bathroom I heard my name over the tannoy. I stopped in my tracks and listened again. "Can marsdamnsure contact immigration in relation to a passenger please"
I fist pumped. That meant she was here!!!
I called immigration from the internal phone, some of the questions I found were a little more than needed. My place of birth, my salary, my job title. How I met Bridgette. Who she lived with. Her age. Date of birth. The names of her family. Anyway, after sufficiently answering her questions she told me Bridgette would be through shortly.
I waited back at the barrier. Then I saw her. Pictures, videos etc don't do her justice. Even more beautiful in person.....but looking grumpy. It wasn't the massive run jump and cuddle I'd seen in movies or played out in my head daily for two years. It was a pissed off alabamian after two flights and an interrogation. I put an arm around her and we walked to the elevator. We were both quiet as I kissed her head and held and arm around her.
Then we got in the car and after programming the satnav it was like we'd always been together. As Bridgette put it once, it was like I'd waited outside a store for her and when she stepped off the plane, it was like coming outside.
What followed was a week split between London and Devon. A few days in the city then the rest by the sea.
Seeing the globe in London was a must for a couple that met over a shared love of writing. Buckingham palace, Westminster, Big Ben, parliament, St James park. The hustle and bustle of a big capital city, a little intimidating to two country folk.
Devon, a change of pace. A long drive back from London and a quick stop at a 24 hour Tesco later, we were at my house. The first time my house as felt like a home was when we shared it.
Walks on the beach, dinner dates, baking together, grocery shopping together. Meeting family. Meeting my pooch. Enjoying all the things most couples take for granted. Just being together. Hearing each other's voice without having to arrange a time to call or pick up a phone.
I've fallen in love three times with this woman. Once through text. Once through the phone. And again in person.
The most amazing week of my life. Physically being together. After those two years. It really really Reinforced how much we love each other and want to be together.
Thus, plans are in place for the next visit in the new year.
Plus, always a bonus....my mum loves her and she loves my mum.
In July I turned 30. Scary to leave the twenties behind me. But I had the best birthday present. Two days later I picked up my soul mate, my love, my best friend, my everything, from Heathrow.
We'd been talking and in a relationship for a little over two years, meeting on a poetry forum. Neither looking for anything more than an outlet for our writing. But something about her, (you'll see yourselves as you read her posts) drew me to her. I knew nothing about her apart from her age and location....... And her awesome personality. We talked, joked, set poetry challenges. Stood up for each other and started messaging through the site. We seemed to naturally fall into something more than friends. Neither of us really vocalising it but both feeling it.
We Skype and voice called, we kikd and yahoo messengered....daily. For hours and hours a day.
The day I picked Bridgette up from Heathrow, I was nervous and excited. I'd seen the tickets, had the flight numbers from Alabama to Chicago and on from Chicago to Heathrow, I had the flight tracker app to keep me updated. I was there early, 4 hours before the flight was due to land. Found myself a seat and settled in with a book. Updated from my phone telling me it was on time. Early in fact. I followed the route and speed and altitude.
"Coming into approach"
"Landing"
"Landed"
"Taxiing"
"Awaiting baggage"
"Baggage arrived at carousel 5"
Nothing. I was stood waiting at arrivals. Looking up at the screen saying the luggage had arrived. An hour went by and still nothing. I was playing hunt the American at this point. Looking for anyone that could've been on the Chicago flight. Looking for cub hats or Chicago hoodies.
I started to worry, thinking maybe she'd missed the connecting flight? Travelling on her own, for the first time it was possible. But I would've heard surely? I stood at the barriers a little longer until I had to give in. I needed the bathroom.
After walking from the bathroom I heard my name over the tannoy. I stopped in my tracks and listened again. "Can marsdamnsure contact immigration in relation to a passenger please"
I fist pumped. That meant she was here!!!
I called immigration from the internal phone, some of the questions I found were a little more than needed. My place of birth, my salary, my job title. How I met Bridgette. Who she lived with. Her age. Date of birth. The names of her family. Anyway, after sufficiently answering her questions she told me Bridgette would be through shortly.
I waited back at the barrier. Then I saw her. Pictures, videos etc don't do her justice. Even more beautiful in person.....but looking grumpy. It wasn't the massive run jump and cuddle I'd seen in movies or played out in my head daily for two years. It was a pissed off alabamian after two flights and an interrogation. I put an arm around her and we walked to the elevator. We were both quiet as I kissed her head and held and arm around her.
Then we got in the car and after programming the satnav it was like we'd always been together. As Bridgette put it once, it was like I'd waited outside a store for her and when she stepped off the plane, it was like coming outside.
What followed was a week split between London and Devon. A few days in the city then the rest by the sea.
Seeing the globe in London was a must for a couple that met over a shared love of writing. Buckingham palace, Westminster, Big Ben, parliament, St James park. The hustle and bustle of a big capital city, a little intimidating to two country folk.
Devon, a change of pace. A long drive back from London and a quick stop at a 24 hour Tesco later, we were at my house. The first time my house as felt like a home was when we shared it.
Walks on the beach, dinner dates, baking together, grocery shopping together. Meeting family. Meeting my pooch. Enjoying all the things most couples take for granted. Just being together. Hearing each other's voice without having to arrange a time to call or pick up a phone.
I've fallen in love three times with this woman. Once through text. Once through the phone. And again in person.
The most amazing week of my life. Physically being together. After those two years. It really really Reinforced how much we love each other and want to be together.
Thus, plans are in place for the next visit in the new year.
Plus, always a bonus....my mum loves her and she loves my mum.
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