Piet & I met in person for the first time in mid-Summer two years ago;
Amstelstation
served as the background for this special moment. A Sunday, the
weather was sunny, the air was fresh as it always seem at 6 o ´clock in
the morning.
On that special Sunday, Piet got out of the car,
he bounded up to me with the warmest smile I have ever seen bestowed on
me, merry twinkle in his eyes, and long easy strides. Well, he
tripped, but was able to catch himself. We always joked about it ever
since; it was like straight from a scene of a slapstick movie or one
of the segment´s of his favourite British comedy programme,
The Fast Show.
What
happened next is once again "what must have been straight from a scene"
of a romantic(comedy, lol) film... but we did not care, then (nor now,
lol)... - he scooped me up from my feet, and joyously lifted me. With
the same joy I felt emanating from him I held his face briefly, my
fingers combed through the softness of his hair, as we kissed for the
first time.
Almost 2 years has passed, and the memory of
the first touch of his warm, soft, with a hint of his favourite Vivil
Friendship pastilles scented lips still remain. As I type out words to
recall the memory of that special day in August, I feel the same
excitement, and racing heartbeat I felt then. As I recall how his eyes
looked deeply in mine, how his hands caressed my long hair, how he cupped
my face, and said "Hi.", the same calmness I felt then, I feel wrapping
itself in my whole being right now.
After having satisfied
the great need to express our love with kisses, and facial caresses
with our longing hands, he helped me inside his car, where he once
again held my face, and whispered with his lips against mine, his
forehead resting on mine, how happy he was that I was there. I said
the same...I was happy to be there...but my beaming face towards him
said so much more than any words could ever express. As he drove
towards the center of the city, I dreamed of seeing once more since my
first visit 11 years ago, he reached out for my hand, and held it
tight. My heart skipped for joy, I felt I came home.
Pieter has never failed to reach out for my hand, when we drive off together for a ride, since meeting in the mid-Summer of 2007, and my heart never fails to skip for joy, and feel home.