Was she really perfect...? Yes. It's hard to believe, really, that In just over a year, I've gotten to know her as a friend, then a sister, and eventually... well, it all fell into place. Go ahead, call it clichΓ©, but I couldn't be happier knowing that someone who originally fibbed about her name for her own security wound up being my, and I quote from Chobits, "someone just for me".
She was definitely a fairy tale princess. Loving to a fault, a beautiful sight to everyone who saw her and a winner of so many hearts, yet she still cares for everyone no matter what. What was missing? Being kidnapped and needing rescuing. There's literally no way to describe her except with "perfect", for sure.
Does that make me the one to fill the role of the captor, to have taken her from the world as my love? Whether it does or not, she's happy, and so am I. For months, since September, I've only been able to count about five hundred thousand cases of "I love you" from her. Lord knows how many times she's tried to prove it, and he knows how many times she's succeeded, too.
I really couldn't be... wait, that's a lie. I could be happier. See, between September and March, the relationship was everything but physically together. That made it trying, hard, almost annoying, and occasionally very stressful. But, wouldn't it be stupid if we couldn't last six months waiting to meet each other? If we couldn't last two years before an eternity, did we really deserve to tell each other that we loved one another? I could be happier. As of March, the relationship didn't need to be through long-distance medium. As of Spring Break, the first day of mine... Heaven met Earth.
The drive from north Indiana to mid Tennessee is about seven hours. And as I slept in for the first day of my long, much-needed break from work and school, I knew it somewhere in the back of my head that she was getting ready to come. That didn't interrupt my dreamless sleep, though... As she prepared for the long early-morning trip, I couldn't help but stay lazily snuggled into my blankets.
She knew what we agreed to. She knew she was supposed to call me when she left so I'd know where she was and how long to wait... She apparently decided she wanted to surprise me by showing up a lot sooner than expected. I know it was a romantic move and love it even now, but when I woke up at 10 in the morning, she was already four hours into the seven. That's when I finally grew worried and called. After two rings, I finally heard her soft voice on the other line.
"Hello, honey. I'm almost done packing, so... you caught me at a good time."
I let out a huge sigh of relief. "Okay... Take your time, alright, sweety? I don't want you to forget anything."
She giggled a bit and nodded, even if I couldn't see it. "Okay. I promise. I love you, my prince."
I couldn't help but smile and sink bank into the blankets, ready to fall out again. "I love you, too, princess. See you when you're here."
"Okay... Bye..." It was the kind of good-bye tone from her I knew meant she didn't want to hang up, but I didn't want her to drive talking if it wasn't needed. I didn't want to risk her.
What I didn't know is that, as I was talking to her, she was filling up her car's gas tank after a restroom break. With all the surprised I'd given her through the months upon months, this early visit was apparently her mischeviously sweet payback to me surprising her so many times. I didn't know it, though; I was expecting to see her face in seven hours. So, with my room organized and my clothes put on, I really had little to do.
What could take up seven hours? Not much, really, except work. And I had made sure I was off work for Spring Break. Games? They'd only keep me for a couple, the anticipation would overtake me. Storywriting? I can only think of her. Well... there really wasn't much. The closest I could get to anything that would take a while is starting a very old game over, knowing it would take a while and I forgot most of its secrets.
So, I decided on putting in Final Fantasy VII, despite having no way to save. It actually worked for a good while; I got to seeing the highway ride scene until I realized the world map was coming. With a sigh, I put away the rest of the scene and turned the game off. Two and a half hours down... Sheesh, how many to go? Games couldn't hold me forever.
I should have watched a movie or two. I know they would hold out for at least four hours, literally. I decided on something different. The Internet was where I first met Tia, so it would tide me over until she arrived... I hoped. I moderated a forum with a lot of other people, but all I really had to do was delete accidental double-posts due to recent server troubles.
So, home forum watched over, I moved on to where I felt myself more at home... Literotica. It was one of the few places I felt at home with about everyone about my dirtier side, at least for a forum. It was also one of the few spots where I could test my mettle of storywriting, as well as develop an appreciation for others' works. I loved the place, even if I wasn't gonna be a moderator any time soon.
The time I took was well past thirty minutes. I didn't hear the vehicle approach, and as I was replying to the topics that caught my fancy, I heard my mom and dad talking. There was a third voice, very out of context. Tia...? I glanced at the clock. Four hours early... no way, I thought. That and the essay of a post I was halfway into writing was taking half my attention.
The moment it was done, I got up. I didn't want to run the risk of leaving Tia waiting, even if she had fibbed... Wait. When Tia lies, she's extremely obvious, because she knows it's wrong and doesn't like it. My gut, head, and heart all felt she was honest and only three hours into her trip, no matter how much they wanted her to be here.
Trusting her to be honest, I turned around and went back into my room, sitting down at my computer's seat and looking out at the driveway. My parents were certainly chatting a lot, so I was at least curious who the stranger was.
Tia:
Honey?
I instantly jerked as the chat window came up on my computer. Messages, while she's on the road? And with that greeting? I was instantly worried that she got in an accident or lost, and my fingers flew around the keyboard.