The Finale June 8, 2008 Part II
We finally get on the road and he wants to know where I want to eat. I have no appetite because I don’t want to leave. He underestimates the time. And when we finally get to the Atlanta Airport, my flight is already boarding. Rather than risk it I book standby on the next flight out.
He immediately begins with the well if I want we can just stay over in Atlanta one night. And how he can drive home in the morning. I look at him and ask "Can we really say goodbye". He looks at me at says “Nah not even”
There is now about 2.5 hours until my "new" flight. Once again, he’s all happy and talking fast. I’m like I can see why this thing called love is like crack. When you don’t have it nothing seems right, but when you get that hit, the whole world is your friend.
As we're leaving the airport I eye a sign that says “Ice Cream and Coffee”. Now if that don’t describe us. I tell him about it and he makes a u-turn. We go in and it is so nice. It’s a coffee/ice cream bar with a little area with a couple of book shelves. Ya’ll in Atlanta may know where this is.
I go back and forth between calling a friend in Atlanta whom I consider my sister. I want to see her, and tell her I’m this close to her, but don’t want to have to introduce her to someone I just met. I know she would understand but still.
I pick up the phone a couple of times and decide it would be worse to tell her I’m here and don’t’ have time to see her than to tell her when I got home that I “came through Atlanta” on the way home. He’s told me several times to call her and that he would take me to see her. Nah I tell him, I really just don’t want to share our weekend. That is the true reason. But Jesus I would hate to run into her by happenstance in this coffee shop. Now then I would be in a situation.
We talk some more about him coming to Houston and all the work he wants to do at my house. Nice. How many men can you give a “honey-do” list to before you’re married? We leave for the airport. He wants to park and come in. I just know that would make it worse. I tell him I will be fine just getting out here.
He pulls up to the curb at the Continental door. He comes around and opens my door. He kisses me. He goes and gets my luggage from the back of the SUV. Standing at the curb, we kiss, we hug. I ask him what is he smiling about.
The car behind him is blowing the horn for him to move. I kiss him again and grab my luggage again and turn to walk off. He reaches for me and hugs me again so tight I say “oochie”. He laughs and tells me in my ear “you know I like it when you say that, don’t you?” I blush and head to the door.
I look back and the white guy behind him is just laying on his horn. The horn is blaring and my man is leaning against the passenger side of the Montero with his ankles crossed smiling at me. I mouthed to him, "What are you grinning about? I turn go inside the airport.
As I’m standing in line at the counter filling out the forms I get a text from him. The text reads “The only thing that made me okay with you walking away, was that I got to watch you walk". I text him back “Freak”. I walk to my gate, smiling. It was a good trip, a great weekend.