I still remember the very first time I laid my eyes on M.
It was at the airport.
I saw him.
At last.
He was coming down on the escalator.
He wore a white t-shirt with a purple picture of Alice Cooper in front, jean shorts, and sneakers. He kept his toothbrush hidden in his extra pair of shoes which was his only carry-on "luggage".
I saw him.
It felt unreal.
A hazy dream.
Becoming clearer and clearer.
He smiled.
I smiled.
We hugged fiercely.
It was our first touch.
And on the ride home in the car with his arm around my shoulders, he kept whispering, "I can't believe this is happening."
And I whispered the same awe in my heart...in my mind...in every part of me that could sense our growing love.