The Day We Met

29 April 2018
Taken from our book... Twin Flames Kiss: A Twin Flames Love Story

I watched the people spilling out of the gangway and into the arrival area at the airport with my heart jumping madly like a pony. The information screen had told me that his plane had landed five minutes earlier and he would be amongst the next batch of passengers walking through at any moment now. I placed myself far enough away to get a really good look at him, as he came through the entrance, giving myself time to prepare for the surprise of seeing his face and then to quickly contain my nerves somehow before saying hello. I knew this was it. There was no turning back, not that I wanted to for a second mind you.

More people started to come through now. Their bodies swarmed around me like busy bees droning for honey and my eyes darted everywhere searching the empty faces for him, but there were only blank unfamiliar expressions, whilst their shoulders bumped into me accidentally amidst the buzz. I could not recognise anything of the feeling of him anywhere at all. Maybe he had missed the plane? Maybe he wasn’t coming? But he had texted me and rung me at the airport to say that he had parked and was on his way to check in. Maybe he had changed his mind? I started to bite the insides of my bottom lip and my eyes returned to the gangway again. People were dribbling out now and I searched each face for even a tiny spark of recognition from someone. Anyone, but they were just ordinary people not matching my feelings or my anxiety in the slightest possible way.

And then my heart stopped. Oh please God, please make that gorgeous man him coming out of those doors right now. Make him please be ‘the one’? He was tall, devastatingly handsome, wearing a nice suit and a devilish grin and was slowly walking straight towards me. My chest started to burst inside the walls of my heart, as if a thunderstorm was looming there. I started to walk slowly towards him too. Then faster and faster as the warm rush of blood rose to my cheeks and then flashed down into my stomach in a bolt of lightning. I hurried faster towards him now, as another rush of blood gushed into my groin in a hot tropical throb of rain. My head was spinning. Oh God this was it. Could this really be him? His curls were tousled down over his forehead, as he paced towards me, whilst more locks of hair bounced up and down across those strong broad shoulders with each step approaching closer to me. I glanced behind me to see if he was making his entrance towards someone else, but the beautiful woman I braced myself to see and envied so much was nowhere in sight, instead those electric blue eyes were melting into mine as if they were pieces of decadent Belgian chocolate. It must be him. He was so gorgeous! Oh thank you God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

He paused in his path about ten paces away from me and my fear was just an old demon exorcised by his eyes and his smile and his beautiful carriage. Something sizzled about him, his energy, his soul, crackling, burning into mine in an invisible embrace. I ran to him, reaching up on tip toes and threw my arms around his neck and his were enfolding me as well, as if our bodies were made for each other, holding each other dissolving and softening into oneness. I caught his aroma, breathing him in for the first time, tasting his skin, as my lips brushed his neck and covered me in goose bumps and happiness, as if we had known each other for eternity and been ripped apart forever and ever until now. He was heaven. I knew I’d been right about him all along. He was ‘the one’ and it was mutual in that very first moment I know, because that oneness told me so.

“Hello”, we both said simultaneously smiling to the brim of happiness, so that I did not think there was room for any more to be contained inside. It was overflowing now from both of us and people were staring, but I couldn’t care less, the only face my eyes embraced was his. It was obvious to me now, why his photographs had triggered so many visions and memories of my past. He was every man that I had ever loved or had wanted to love. I had fallen for each one of them, recognising an aspect of Mark’s being and he was the epitome of them all put together.

“Oh Mark you are so gorgeous”.

Our hands slid together as if they had been choreographed to soaring violins, exactly sculpted to entwine perfectly.

Mysteriously, Sleeping Beauty awoke from within and I thought it strange how I never knew that she was even there before. I was too overawed for words and nothing more was said. We just beamed at each other, filling up and overflowing on the reality that our souls had already known the truth before our bodies could ever imagine the depth of intensity of the secret flame we shared.

Another conversation had started going on between us without words now, whilst our senses deliciously began discerning everything about each other that neither of us had spoken about. We made our way to the baggage area smiling and squeezing each other’s hands, tripping high on the cloud of euphoria and being vaguely aware of many other staring eyes around us, in fact everyone around was watching us, captivated by that electricity invisibly buzzing and sparking between us. Strange how the unspoken is more potent than a three dimensional conversation and how some of us still mistrust the silent language that we are all so familiar with, yet find so unbelievably naïve to take seriously.

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