Love
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.”
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Love:
By: Cyndi LaFrese
I was never going to be THAT girl. You know, the girl who moves away for love. Long distance relationship? No, thank you. I wasn’t in college to settle down. College was a time to be adventurous, to go to parties and make memories. I wanted love to be conveniently close and easy, anything but be in a long distance relationship.
That being said, I should tell you how I met my boyfriend.
Buffalo airport- 3AM- Valentines Day. I am flying home to Tucson, AZ for Canadian spring break. People are hunched over in their chairs, attempting to sleep a bit before the check-in desk opens. I notice a blonde guy with thick rimmed glasses sitting next to a guitar case, smiling. I think to myself, “What the hell is this guy doing smiling in an airport at 3 in the morning?” but I smile back anyway.
As I take my own seat, I realize that I have no American money for the twelve hour journey I am about to embark on. I approach this mysterious smiling man and say, “Hey complete stranger…err… I have a long journey to the other side of the country and no American money. Do you think I could trade you $5 Canadian for $5 American so I can eat today?” He laughs and hands me 5 dollars. We talk for a bit. He’s headed to LA for a conference. We really hit it off, so we exchange numbers before we get on our separate flights.
Now, most people are aware that delayed flights aren’t so uncommon in this day and age, and I found myself stuck in LA for 8 hours. This just happens to be where my new friend was currently located, so I call him. He comes back to the airport. We spend all day talking. We watch planes take off into the sunset in a giant window at terminal three.
At this point, our conversation get’s more intense, so intense that I’m not actually in LA anymore. I mean, we are standing in a busy food court by the window, but I’m not actually there. I’m in a sphere of warm oranges and deep reds and I’m looking deep inside of myself. I’m in this world of everything and nothing where I’m completely vulnerable and scared and liberated and excited all at once. Finally, when we come back to reality, I’m startled. I forgot where I was. As I look around I realize
everything had changed…. …or the way I saw everything had. The way I saw myself and the world was different. Just different enough that I didn’t recognize where I had just been. It is absolutely incredible. He walks me to my terminal. I hug him. He kisses me.
After over a year of long distance, we are now living together.
