Chapter 6

The Goodbye-kiss

“Can’t believe you are going back tomorrow!” he texted.

“It’s like I want to go back to my life there but also, I want to take you with me” I replied. 

I was lying on my bed and wondering how my life completely changed in last 6 months. I used to dream about living in a foreign country, all by my own, living “that girl” life and enjoying my 20s along with pursuing my PhD and working like crazy at some really good university. I also used to dream about having a kind and loving person with me. Someone who would be fun, smart, mature as well as childish at the same time, who would pamper my mood swings, and would love all of me. And now, I am experiencing all of these things. How did that happen? How did so many of my prayers were answered at once?

My mother always taught me one thing. Well she taught me many things but of course, I can’t learn all of them, right? One thing that I have learnt is to have patience. Patience to achieve what you are working for. Patience for your dreams to become true. Patience in finding “the one” in your life. It all comes to this. I worked hard for what I have right now. But it required a great deal of patience from me. I broke down so many times, I swear. I think this book would have a different chapter for that. 

“My brother will drop me to the airport tomorrow. No one else will be there.” I texted him. 

“Maybe, I can come along then.” He replied. 

I smiled. Of course, I wanted him to come. Airport drop-offs and pick-ups are one of the best kinds of love language. I talked to my brother and told him someone would join us to the airport tomorrow. He never asked a question. That’s a good thing about my brother. He respects the space and never really asks weird questions until I become comfortable telling him something. We planned the journey. It was a one-hour route from my home to the airport.

Next morning, I woke up and called him to wake him up. Girlfriend duties, I know. I had all of these mixed emotions. I was happy to go back, sad to leave my family again and this time I was leaving behind someone very special to my heart. I this close to tear up and cry the hell out of me, but I didn’t. No matter how sad you fell, you can never cry in front of your parents. We often tend to act mature and fine in front of our parents because we know how soft-hearted they are. Me and my brother, we sat in our car and took off. 

On our way, we picked him up. My brother was a bit surprised to see him, given the fact that he already knew him and that he was dating his sister. I sat in the back seat with him and my brother continued driving to the airport. On our way, a lot of things happened. All good things for sure. He pulled out a badly wrapped gift from his bag. I need to teach him how to perfectly wrap a gift, for sure. I had a big smile on my face when I saw that. I opened it and it was a frame with our photo in it. I literally started crying from inside. My heart was so heavy with everything going on, and now that! I loved it. I absolutely loved it. I wasn’t able to express that to him because if I did, I would have started crying and that’s one thing I didn’t want. I kept it aside and put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

Forty minutes later, I woke up and realized I slept! I slept the whole way! Shit! I wanted to talk to him. About what, I don’t know, but still, I won’t be able to see him for so long now, and I just spent our time together sleeping. Bravo! I didn’t open my eyes. Why? Because I realized I was sleeping in his lap! My head was on his lap, his one hand under my head so that I won’t wake up from the bumps on the road, his other hand in my hairs, his fingers softly brushing against them, he was sliding my hairs from my face, just like someone does when they are making a baby sleep. Why would I want to disturb him and devoid me of this extreme joy I was feeling in my heart? I pulled my arm and put both of my hands in his, tightly squeezing them. I felt so bad for leaving in that moment. I could have spent my whole life sleeping like this. It was the best feeling ever.

We were almost to the airport so he whispered softly in my ears, “Baby, wake up, we are almost here” not knowing the fact that I was up from last 15 minutes. Oopsie! I woke up managed my hairs. I looked at him and he was smiling. But his eyes were saying the obvious. Of course, he was sad but I didn’t want to say goodbye to him while crying. I really didn’t want to make this memory a crying one. So, I made it rather hot and sweaty one!

We reached the parking lot of the airport. My brother parked the car and he and his friend, who joined us in the mid-way, went out of the car. They were standing outside, behind the car, waiting for us. I was pulling off my boots and my hairs. He sat there and kept looking at me. We then hugged while sitting in the backseat of the car. Ah, his warm hug. Soft, strong and so warm. We stayed like that for a while. I looked from the back mirror of the car to find my brother and his friend nowhere. I looked at him again and kissed him. He kissed me but backed off really quickly because he was feeling weird of being around the people.

“No one is there. Stop worrying and kiss me now” I told him while being both gentle and wild. 

He then kissed me again. This time it was a good one. The one that I like. I pulled over him and sat on his lap. We kept kissing for a while. His hands were on my waist and mine were on his shoulder. This was becoming my favorite position, I must admit! I put my hands inside his hoodie to feel of all him. He put his hand under my sweater and then on my waist. The situation was getting out of our hands. He was scrapping my back from his warm hands, I was scratching his with my nails, our tongues swirling together and our bodies feeling the best they could ever have. His hands came forward and found the button to my jeans and stopped there. I nodded because I was screaming from inside, “Just eat me up in whatever way possible!” We were kissing when I felt his fingers going inside of me. I was aware not to make a sound so I bit him. I bit him hard. The kind of calmness I was feeling in that moment could never be explained in words. 

He pulled my hairs back from my face and kissed my neck. It was moment before I felt his bite on my neck. A rather strong one. “You don’t have to go home now, or feel shy having a mark in front of anyone, right. So let me mark my territory now” he whispered in my ears. I loved this side of him. The one where he becomes all turned on and bossy. There was a competition going on between us, for who would mark more territories than the other. It was fun while it lasted. He pulled out his fingers and kissed me again. We were so worked up and sweaty in that moment. I grabbed his face in my arms and looked at him.

“I love you and I always will” I said while smiling and getting a bit emotional. 

“I would always love you, no matter what” he replied. 

I kept looking at him. His small eyes, his big “potato” nose and his messy hairs, knowing the fact that I wouldn’t be seeing this face again very soon. I kept kissing him all over his face and kept saying “I love you” with every kiss.

“I can’t handle this much love. No one has loved me this much before. I am not perfect.” He said. 

“You are perfect for me” I replied while still kissing his face. 

“You are everything to me” he said in his breaking voice. 

“I know and I love that” I replied and almost started to cry while kissing his cheeks. 

He stopped me, grabbed my face in his hands and took a moment before kissing me. The Goodbye Kiss. It was a generous one, yet rather strong. He held my face in his hands to keep it in place and kept kissing me. We both were crying during that kiss. It was pure. It was Love. It was a feeling that made me write everything down on the paper. This is the only way I can relive those moments again. I never want these memories to fade away. Not even the smallest details of him playing with my hairs, kissing me, talking to me, or making me feel the best version of myself. 

He is all what I always wanted. He is everything that I ever imagined.