Before I turn to wave for a taxi, I look to the front of the building, at the doors, and then I see her. Standing with her big Army bag and small bag, dark hair blowing free, in her dark green Army winter overcoat and wool dress trousers and those hässlich (hideous) men's Army shoes she hates! She smiles a crooked funny smile like she just proved some prediction about the future—our future!
She waves to me, and then places her right palm to her heart, so I can see her turquoise ring. The ring I gave her. She takes on a more serious look, like looking across time, from the day we first met until now, and just stands there like that... waiting. Waiting for me to come home.
I am harter typ, so I can patiently handle any surprise. And I am empfindlich. I can savor a moment of deep joy. But I know this too: in just seconds, I will lose myself in her. And all my emotions will then catch up with me.
Livie is beautiful. I am always knowing ziss. Her eyes, color of deep ocean green mixed with shore-side sea-foam, seeing the world just as I also love to see it; her gelenkig körper (lithe body) pretty and pleasant to touch; her smiles that lift me; her hair as lush and full as our adventures; her voice that sings me to sleep or makes me feel calm, loved, and ja, wertvoll (precious); how sie präsentiert sich zuversichtlich (she carries herself in confidence); gentle nature wanting to please me; knowing to be close to me, listening as a girl's best friend. Yes, I have always known these things, although... I was blind für die wahrheit (blind to the truth) of what this meant until recently.
But now... Oh! There is also something much more. I am having desire like I have never felt before—so strong that I drop my bag and stand staring at her. Again, I am feeling that electric thrill from a place inside me, sending a quiver through my body... becoming more insistent. And I know this: no matter what is my future, I will always know that for this moment, this feeling, this need—it was the most intense of all.
Livie waited for me, just like she said! And the look on her face... I am sure my face is showing the same: how a girl feels in that moment just before sie erhalten ein lang erwartetes geschenk (you are receiving a long-awaited gift).
Lebenszeit der emotionen (a lifetime of emotions) pass through this one shared look. And then I run to her!
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The Wall Crossers
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