Almost 60 days plus since the last time we’ve seen each other. I remember looking at my calendar and all of the tasks I needed to accomplish until this day.
I took care of business.
Now, there was just one more day left.
One more day sounds so much easier than 3 weeks, but the anticipation rushing through my blood made everything seem longer. So close and sadly too far.
Sleep wasn’t an option. There were still thoughts in my mind about whether or not she would even make it.
I told myself to fall asleep and stop checking my phone, but the thrill that it was almost over was too much.
The backlight of my phone was a horrible addiction, and yet the backlight reminded me that it’s almost over.
I couldn’t sleep, and there was a 45 minute run in my way to this reunion.
Under the bridges of the city.
I rolled out of my bed in the midst of the midnight city lights to lace up my shoes.
Before I left, I looked at my phone one more time and smiled…
“I got on the plane!”
Now I could rest easy, even with barely 2 hours of shut-eye I had a new burst of energy!
45 minutes for a run…it’s something I’ve done at least 70 times since the last time I’ve seen her.
Just one more time and then the stress will end.
I ran alone, it was too early for anyone in the right mind to be up and about.
The countdown in my head would soon be gone, and this rainy run was the path to its end.
I headed off over to the river, and the bridge lights led the way for me. Each underpass meant I was farther into the run, and that I was closer to the finish.
Usually, the rain corrupts my mood, but I didn’t care right now. I knew all of the waiting would be worth it. Everything was set in motion already for the reunion, yet I still prayed for her safety.
Finally, I found myself striding into my last mile. Back over through the bridge next to the shadows of the river, and the morning sun was here yet again.
Nearly 70 times of the morning sun, until today.
It took a whole season, but it doesn’t matter because we hurdled right over it.
Sure the grounding was less than ideal.
There were disappointments, anger, and tension.
Even without rest, this day of the event was peaceful.
We were running and flying, the sun rising, and the clock winding down.
This wasn’t a time bomb, but more like unlocking a prison.
Now I started to see other early morning risers, heading off for their bike ride and their jog as well.
I couldn’t wait.
One more bridge left.
Now, another notification on my screen.
It’s funny to think that with all the time I had to prepare, I would have to rush to not be late?
Isn’t it funny how time can bring pain or relief, and yet Father Time doesn’t care what you have going on in your world?
It’s a neutral medium that doesn’t change, there’s too much emotion tied to it yet people can spend it aimlessly.
Thinking that we have unlimited time is a mistake we can’t rewind to save ourselves.
I went from relaxing, rushing, and now into a state of not knowing what to do.
Is there a delay?
Was something causing her to be late?
Is she lost?
I couldn’t help it. Maybe I was starting to panic, but the thought of being right at the finish line with no idea if victory was reached left me paralyzed.
Please. Not again. Waiting from here on out will just leave me feeling like it’s too late.
Please. The moment can’t pass here, it needs to be today.
I seize control of the situation, finally.
I offer to bend time into both of our favors, finally.
The medium bends at my will, and now I’m in command.
This was a dream. I had no sleep, maybe I was in the deepest part of my sleep.
I just couldn’t recognize it because my mood swung too hard. The despair the blinded me was a light now too bright for me to realize how far I’ve come.
Too much has gone one since the last reunion. I already told you, an entire season!
70 suns and moons.
That time was well spent, even if it was hard to go through. Now I was about to reap the rewards for all of that hard work and suffering.
This smile on my face couldn’t get any bigger, but I surprised myself with how the rush in my heart burned my own torch of victory.
The finish line was right there, in front of me.
I was exhausted, but I kept my head raised high even when the darkness lunged at me.
You can’t hold me back!
I can see the finish line even though you’re trying to keep me blind from it!
Where will she come from…I don’t care if I look suspicious for checking each taxi that drives past my way.
What would it be like if you could share the same emotions people have with their own sense of time?
Do they want to go back…
Do they need it to move forward…
Are they content with the present?
Please. Hurry. The excitement is starting to become too much, but this overdose won’t kill me.
The light is here! I’m right here, sound the bells. The bells, which some say are the signs of an angel are out in full force right now.
Let the rain and grey skies return to the darkness. There’s no room for that here.
I’m at the finish line. Time for the prize.
Finally, she’s arrived. Thank you.