Takeoff
A little story to share
22.09.2011
Originally written in December 2007
She can hear a commotion--if it can be called that--out in the receptionist's area, but she doesn't look up; it's probably the delivery boy with that day's mail. She continues with her monotonous routine of office duties: verify, type, check, file. She suddenly becomes aware of someone looming over the front of the desk. She looks up and finds herself looking into his face. Slightly stunned, but without being able to help herself, she smiles.
"What are you doing here?"
He returns the smile, but ignores her question and instead poses one of his own.
"Where's your passport?"
"At home, why?"
Still smiling, he again ignores her question.
"Let's go get it."
He reaches over and extends his hand to her. Puzzled, but trusting, she takes it and allows herself to be gently raised to her feet. He leads her out from behind her desk, past the receptionist, and out of the building, believing, blinking, into the sunlight.
...
At the beginning of our relationship, we didn't know much about each other, but we knew that we shared a love for travel. Each of us had the passion to explore the world and had already begun our individual treks across the globe, but now that we'd found each other, we didn't have to do it alone.
I met Marv in a whirlwind of events and couldn't stop thinking about him from the moment I exchanged my first words with him. My daydream (above) not only foretold the fact that he was going to rescue me from monotony, but that, indeed, we would go get our passports and begin to fill them together. He shared that with me, and now we're sharing it all with you.
<3 M&M
Posted by marvandmel 08:20 Archived in Canada Tagged passportbeginning
