Yes...the distance :-(

Or going the distance…

 

Also known as "being a spoiled brat and not wanting him to go without me…"

 

Also known as "I have no real substantiative stuff to blog about so you get my brain hurl".

 

;-P

 

I (I am presuming Tripp does this as well) have a tendency to fantasize about certain moments, play things out in my head and hope against hope we might possibly be smiled upon by the universe for said opportunities to present themselves and, even if lightning only strikes once, be able to act upon them when they happen.

 

This is not such an occasion.

 

As a matter of fact, we are still patiently waiting (Hahaha! Me, and patience, in the same sentence…woohoo that’s funny…) for one to happen.  We came close with the almost sleepover, but a 4am phone call put an end to that.  Time together is a luxury for us—rare and precious despite what it seems like from the blog perspective—stolen minutes from “real life”…this is what we have built this amazing, wonderful thing from…

 

Anyhow, the big meanie went off for a boy’s weekend and left me to fend for myself.  Knowing I would have very limited interaction with him for almost 3 days led me to do something against my better judgment, but I seemed helpless to stop myself.  I had the argument in my head the entire way to the train station about how stupid this was because I know enough people in the transportation industry that know hubs…but, I went anyway, potential consequences be damned.

 

I wanted to surprise him…turns out—he surprised me instead.  As I walked in to the (very crowded how am I supposed to scan all these faces for him and anyone else I may know?) station, I had sent him a message to ask if he was there—to which he responded, “Yup. In the ticket line now.”

 

So I walk in expecting to see him standing in line.  But no…no Tripp.  Maybe he is behind one of the columns….and as I walk to see around it I catch brisk movement in my peripheral vision.

 

OMG he surprised me instead, however unintentional it was.  He had “that” look and was, I think, about to scoop me up in a big ol’ hug…so I took a small step back and quietly said, “Uh uh—not a good idea, not here.”  But how I wanted to!!  His hand briefly found my hip right before I said that, and it was being touched with fire…

 

I stepped back, handed him the little do-dad that said something significant to us…and told him I just wanted to see him off. And as we walked out (just as they called his train) we dodged into a little hidey spot and shared a few quick kisses…never enough to last though.

 

Thankfully, I had a really busy weekend planned so my mind was somewhat otherwise occupied.  The universe kept putting his vehicle in my neighborhood though (not his, but the same make, model, and color as his) so even if he did take the back seat in my mind, I was reminded continually of him.

 

Go universe…I don’t know whether to curse you or thank you for the torture.

 

Just sayin'…