My Eitilte

Chapter I

December 10 , 1998, 16:57 in the clock.

Woke up really early. Took a languorous bath, put on my new dress that I brought especially for this occasion, combed my hair more than I had for the last 18 years combined, and examined myself in the mirror. “Perfect,” I said to myself as I stare at my reflection. I know I’m not that pretty but with my pale complexion, big brown eyes and short dark brown hair I’m not that bad. Besides with my present mood everything around me is beautiful. I can almost see the flowers smiling.

I’m giddy since yesterday that it made my friends almost sick hearing me babble about Logan and how happy I am because finally, Logan is coming back. He left 2 years ago for the US to be with his family. I remember I cried myself to sleep after he told me. I know I can’t do anything about it and as much as it kills me inside, I have no choice but to let go of the most important person in my life. Throughout the past 2 years, we never kept in touch. Except for the occasional birthday and Christmas cards, there was nothing more. We don’t want an additional reminder that we are not together. But all that is going to change because HE’S coming back!! Can’t wait to see what he looks like, how much he’d changed and if he’s still My Logan. That last thought made me cringed but I refuse to dwell on it.

Now, an hour before I pick Logan from the airport. I feel a sudden sickening on my stomach. What if he doesn’t recognize me? Very likely because it has been 2 years since we last saw each other. But that is not really what’s bothering me. The real question here is, does he still care that way about me? The question is almost as scary as the answer. I mean what if he doesn’t really want to see me? I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. Brushed them away, took a deep breath and calmed myself. “Absurd, of course he still cares. We were best friends and we love each other even through those times we were not together.” Keeping those thoughts close to heart, I am ready to face the inevitable, a dream that was to become a reality.

As I drove through the airport, I felt uncertain and nervous. This is it, no turning back. I looked up at the flight schedule and was surprise to see that the Logan’s plane was already here. It was an hour early. I felt foolish; he is probably tired and waiting for me wouldn’t help. Damn, I should have anticipated this. I grimaced, not a very good second impression. The sooner I find him the sooner I can apologize and explain, if he hadn’t left yet. Please, Please let him still be here.