Thank you for all of your comments and encouragement you sent to me for "Love Overcomes All" I really appreciate it. Here is another story for you, it's a little different than the last and it took me several weeks to write so I could get it right. This IS a work of fiction although I have met some interesting people on busses...You know who you are! Enjoy and I look forward to receiving your feedback!
I met him on a bus four years ago on my way to Chicago to visit family. He was from a small town several states southward and I was from a town outside of Nashville. He was friendly and since we were sitting together we struck up conversation. He was on his way to clean up some business for his company and took the bus so he could stare at the scenery. It turned out we had a lot in common and hit it off right away, we talked for hours until our stop and then went our ways. Several days later, I was sitting in a small shop for lunch when he walked in. At first he didn't see me but as he turned with his takeout in hand our eyes made contact and he came over to sit with me. Again, the hours flew by as we chatted about our lives and anything in general. I could almost feel the chemistry happening as we talked and occasionally our hands crept across the table to touch and intertwine. As we stood to leave and go our separate ways again he pulled me into a fierce hug and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, pressed a piece of paper into my hand and was gone. I looked at the paper in my hand on it was his e-mail address and snail mail.
Over the next several years we kept touch almost daily, chatting with IM and sending the occasional letter and card. I wanted nothing more than to see him again...he was my idea of the perfect guy. Sweet, caring, gentle, funny and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. The few short hours we had spent together on the bus and in the café were the best of my life. I missed him horribly in the weeks that he was away from a computer and couldn't talk. Finally, he told me he had to go to Chicago again for business and would be passing through my town afterwards, would I like to meet up and chat? I jumped on the opportunity and immediately cancelled all my plans for the weekend. The thought of seeing him again made something low in my belly quiver with excitement and...something I couldn't identify. I knew deep down inside that he and I shared a special bond that was more precious than anything. I loved him, I truly did...even though our lives had touched only briefly and he had only kissed me the once. I would do anything to be his. The day we were to meet, I drove to the bus station with a sense of impatience and anticipation .... and butterflies in my tummy.
His bus was late...I sat on one of the hard blue benches at the station to wait. So wrapped up in my thoughts was I that I didn't even hear the bus pull in. Suddenly, a pair of warm, strong arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders from behind and a voice whispered in my ear "hello beautiful, did you miss me?" For a fraction of a second frozen in time I went very still as I inhaled his scent and relished the feel of his arms around me and then I pulled out of his embrace and stood. I turned and looked into the deepest bluest eyes I could ever have imagined. My stomach seemed to drop right out of my body and my heart lurched just as I practically jumped into his arms again. For long moments we stood simply holding one another until it occurred to both of us that we were still standing in a public bus station and were being watched. He pulled away first, cleared his throat huskily and suggested we get his bag and go back to my place. I agreed and we made our way to my car.
