14 Hours Gone In A Flash
One year ago this weekend, I flew to Chicago on a whim.
An impulsive, yet knowing emotion suggesting he was the one.
A four year absence hadn’t removed him from my brain.
A Face Book message confirmed what I had suspected.
A salvo of daily phone calls provided clarity to my intuition.
His voice was haunting and gentle.
His passion and ambition entirely irresistible.
The depth of our connection, palpable.
And during our 14 hour drive to and from Boston this past weekend, I was starkly reminded that nothing had changed.
The radio wasn’t turned on once; there was no need to occupy the vastness of silence.
Fatigue and cabin fever rendered not one ill word, quarrel or spat.
We discussed our independent and collective goals with great zest.
We re-counted the story of our improbable love affair.
We laughed at the quirky billboard ads that litter American highways.
We held hands in the stillness of vehicular motion.
We remembered what our 2 month separation this past autumn felt like; and mutually agreed to be glad the episode over.
We reminisced about the Chicago screening of his movie; and became excited that the Montreal premiere is just around the corner.
We marveled at how much life has changed in one calendar year; and how incredibly analogous it is all at the same time.
We agreed that 14 hours has never gone by more quickly or more comfortably than these ones.
True love exists.