I walked down the hallway of my apartment flipping my mail through my hands. Water bill, catalog, junk mail...I almost was tempted to toss it all on the kitchen counter until a red envelope caught my eye. There was no return address label and my heart raced with the thought of who this might be from.
I plopped into my kitchen chair, trying to calm my wild thoughts. Carefully I ran my index finger under the sealed flap, gliding it along effortlessly until I was able to slide the card out. A red, glossy card greeted my sparkling eyes. The front of the card read: No nudity or naughty language is inside of this card...
On the inside it read: But I can provide these things in person.
And in handwriting: Hi, beautiful.
I've missed you tons. Touring has been keeping us super busy. I'll be in Georgia the day after Valentine's. I would love to see you. I stuck the address of the hotel I'll be staying at inside the envelope.
You'll always be my valentine, gorgeous.
Love,
David
I squeeled with joy, scaring my cat half to death. The idea of seeing him soon made my heart pump furiously. He was the sun to my day, always bright and shining. I tried to deny my feeling for him daily but he was becoming my addiction, even when he wasn't around.
He and his band were becoming so big and he could have any girl he wanted. I debated with myself often about why he spent his time with "lil ol' me". It's hard to describe my relationship with him. Friends with benefits would probably be the best-fitted description. We truly care for each other and I was beginning to wonder the true extent of our relationship. What if I tried to verbally express my feelings for him and got shut down? Maybe I was overthinking things. I looked back down at his handwriting, all of my ill-fitting thoughts seeping away.
***
Valentine's Day was quite uneventful. I spent the day at work since I switched shifts so I could have the day after off. That won me some grade A weirdo looks. I thought of bragging to them about my rock star but I decided to keep it to myself. I couldn't wait until tomorrow.
It was so hard trying to sleep the night before I'd see him. I kept thinking of the last kiss I shared with David. Getting one of his famous bear hugs and a kiss was of top priority.
Morning came quickly and somehow only with a few hours sleep, I felt super energetic. I dressed in my favorite pair of jeans and a light blue sweater. Before leaving the house, I slipped on my black leather jacket that he loves so much. My black combat boots would keep my feet warm out in the light snow.
I had no idea how his schedule looked for the next few days but he'd be staying overnight in Atlanta this evening for a gig the next night. Hopefully we'd be able to spend quite a bit of time together before his departure. I was already dreading that part. I uneasily pushed that to the back of my mind as I settled into my hour drive to his hotel.
My heart rate went into overdrive when I pulled into the hotel and saw their tour bus already parked in the lot. I inhaled a few deep breaths before stepping out of the car. I walked as confidently as I could into the lobby and up to the front desk. My mind went blank and all I could reply to the clerk was, "Hi, I'm fine, thanks.". The girl looked at me curiously while my mind searched for what I should say without sounding like a total groupie.
She pulled me out of my daze by shouting, "Oh!". She scrambled around on her desk searching for something. "You're here to see the lead singer of that band, right?"
I was dumbfounded until she held up a photo of David and I. I exhaled with relief, and smiled at the photo then up at her. "Yep, that would be me."
