(not yet completed) Never Have I Ever

I wake up early in the morning-much earlier than needed I’m sure.
I style my hair, chose my wardrobe in a meticulous fashion and spend excessive amounts of time applying the cosmetics to my face in which you always tease me about.
I’m seeking perfection today, however futile my attempts will be.
My lips roll together as I check my aesthetics one last time before my departure, silently content.

The clock is ticking down now, hurry up, we must go!
But as we leave, it seems that time has now slowed. Time seems to be moving minutes backward rather than in the right direction, making me more anxious second by agonizing second.
I bite my nails and blare the radio, trying to make these moments become nothing more than the unforgotten memories flying by in time.

We are here now, at the hanger now, waiting for you.
Everyone says they are anxious. But my narcissism overtakes me, believing I am more anxious than them all.
I speculate that I miss you the most of anyone here to welcome your reception, however much of a fallacy this might be.

Finally, I see you, walking from the plane, your face weary, though your smiling blue eyes contradict all of it.
I begin pacing, I know that I cannot hold you yet, cannot say hello, nor hug you nor kiss you.
But the sight of you makes my blood rush wildly, knowing that it’s all coming to a climax, like the ocean waves just before they break.

Again, I see your face, but this time it is walking in my direction, and my heart skips a beat.
So long have I waited to feel your embrace once again, and now you are close enough to almost be tasted on the tip of my tongue.
My shoes, they become mere burdens, being cast from my feet like Lucifer from the Heavens.
The gravel digs into my feet as the pit-pat of my running gait can be heard, but I do not care.

I leap into your arms with such a force that both of us are knocked breathless, hearing our loud exhales as our chest plates collide, compressing the organs we use to breathe.