The Wait

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

For more than two years

I waited

He waited

We waited

The day finally arrived

The wait was over, finally

But...

We'd have to wait just a little longer

Wait to get through the immigration lines

Wait to finish the long taxi ride

Wait to get checked into our weekend accommodation

Wait for the valet to drop our luggage and leave

Finally, alone, together, again

What happened next was so much better than anything I could've imagined

We smiled

We held hands

We held a long embrace

We held gazed into eye others eyes that told each of us everything we needed to know in that moment

We connected soul to soul

We touched forehead to forehead

My third eye to his third eye

We fell into a comfortable place where things in our worlds began to collide and all made sense

We connected, for the first time, on a spiritual level that we'd yet to do

The waiting...

The two years wait, in that moment, felt worth it