the meeting

JFK meeting the object of my affections 03.01.05

I was fine on the plane, as fine as one can be in those humming cramped, quarters, denied both nicotine and fresh air. And why would I not be fine, I was about to attain my heart's desire, a reward for my hard bought patience. The months of waiting and wishing would soon be over, ignoring the carefully worded advice of friends, I was doing it my way.
My feet walked on American soil, a real high for one whose greatest joy was always the dark cavern of the movie theatre. Real life seldom took precedence over the thrill of the American entertainment industry. Here I was, in the land of the free, surrounded by the symbols that had haunted my childhood.
Now to customs, officials with American accents, “step back behind the line” and I was living a movie script. Fingerprints, photographs, a temporary green card, would they let me through or dispatch me back to Britain, my mission unachieved. The formalities of entry into the worlds only super power completed, I made my eager journey to collect my baggage.
Suddenly the fear, the reality of the unknown, seized my chest and squeezed the breath from my lungs. She would be waiting, she who I knew so well and yet not at all. She who played with my heart and affected my body from thousands of miles away. She who I had fallen in love with so easily and courted so assiduously from so far away. Would I know her, would my body agree with my heart and mind that so desired her.
My eyes searched, she was there, waiting, with a red rose in her hand. How many steps, how many strides to meet my destiny. And we were together, holding as if we would never let go. Our soul energies, which had brought us together from different worlds, finally entwined with the physical. How long did we stand locked in our mutual relief, the unbelievable reality of togetherness. Her voice was soft “Welcome to my country”.
So began our second beginning...............