The nerves were eating me alive. Is she going to be the same in person?
Is she going to be as short as I think she is? Is she going to hate me once she
spends two whole days with me? All these thoughts were swarming around in my
mind, slowly driving me mad as we made the long walk to the baggage claim.
In the midst of all my confusion of
being in a large airport for the first time I decided it would just be best to
call her, maybe she could guide me to where they were. We got on the escalator
down to the baggage claim and my heart was beating out of my chest. There were
people standing in front of me on the moving stairs that were keeping me from
running though the crowded airport. I could see her standing there, holding one
of those cliché signs with my name on it that drivers used when they picked
people up from the airport, but it didn’t really sink in, she was still
thousands of miles away in my mind.
Once the people blocking the escalator
moved I was off like a shot, leaving my brother in the dust, crutches, knee
brace and all his ‘Don’t run or you’ll fall’ lingering in the air. I heard none
of it. Seconds later I barreled into a slightly smaller figure like a shot, her
doing the same.
I cried my eyes out into her, my
sobs were quite loud, but I didn’t care. It had been almost three years and I
was finally standing next to my best friend. Nothing else mattered. One
Direction could walk past us and I would have never known. Although I’m pretty
sure if they did we would both freak out a million times more than we already
were. They were in fact the five people that brought us together.
For once in the entirety of knowing
the amazing girl that I was finally able to hug I could never really say that
she was a ‘real’ person. To everyone else she was only a girl that I talked to
through a computer. Now she was a girl that I knew personally and that I have
actually met.
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