Lonely Loneliness

A dream (Short Story written by Anon E. Moose)

Question:

<sigh> like a love story.. thank you for sharing this.. Pamela – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -<Ghui…@email.com> wrote in message news:8ecgi1$8pp$1@nnrp1.deja.com… >      The deafening sound of another plane roaring over the airport > setting up for its landing approach filled his ears. He blinked it off > and approach the terminal. Reading one of the television monitors, he > breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed that her plane was on time.  How > long had he waited for this moment? Years it must be. Surely it must be, > for he cared so deeply for this person. >      The ache of the distance had served to empower the feelings even > more, making the situation feel more urgent, more terse.  The man walked > on, towards the gate through which she would exit. Would the magic be > the same for her when she stepped off the plane? He could not help > wonder this, yet the thought of the magic being different for him never > began to cross his mind. >      A flight attendant arrived and announced the arrival of flight 580 > from XXXXXXX. With a sigh, he moved towards the front of the line of > people waiting for their loved ones or business partners to exit the > plane.  His palms began to sweat, "Oh great, I’ll give her a clammy hug > and make a great first impression!" He wiped his palms nervously on his > shirt and watched the gate. >      Not too long after the announcement was made, people began swarming > in a mass exodus from the plane. His eyes squinted and strained in order > to find the woman he had been aching to meet for so long. In an instant, > there she was. She looked so beautiful, so elegant, just as he knew she > would. He might have been wrong, but he thought she might have been a > pinch nervous. After a moment, she recognized him from the pictures they > had exchanged and strode quickly across the crowded terminal. They both > at the same time began to sputter a greeting, and both laughed > nervously, one of them turning slightly red. He couldn’t resist the urge > and wrapped his arms around this beautiful woman. She laughed and they > held each other tightly. It felt to them like a scene from a movie, yet > to other watching it might not have been. He smiled and they walked to > the baggage claim, holding each other’s hands as they walked. He asked > about the flight and if she was hungry, his eyes meeting hers filled > with one of the most power of loves. >       His loneliness had been a powerful one, knowing that someone was > out there, a great distance off. Someone that he loved, and someone that > he wished to share himself with completely.  They claimed the luggage > and he good-naturedly refused to let the beautiful woman assist him. > They arrived at his car, and he opened the door for her. Placing the > luggage in the trunk, and hoping into the drivers seat, he leaned over > and whispered the words he had been longing to say in person for so > long, "I love you." > Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ > Before you buy.

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nice dream Mr. Moose (any relation to squirrell’s tall friend?)… beware of expectations though honest love, ric   "Good dreams don’t come cheap, you’ve got to pay for them    If you just dream when you’re asleep, there is no way for them    to come alive… to survive"                                   ~ Harry Chapin ~ Ghui…@email.com wrote in message <8ecgi1$8p…@nnrp1.deja.com>… >     The deafening sound of another plane roaring over the airport

setting up for its landing approach filled his ears. He blinked it off and approach the terminal. Reading one of the television monitors, he breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed that her plane was on time.  How long had he waited for this moment? Years it must be. Surely it must be, for he cared so deeply for this person. >     The ache of the distance had served to empower the feelings even

more, making the situation feel more urgent, more terse.  The man walked on, towards the gate through which she would exit. Would the magic be the same for her when she stepped off the plane? He could not help wonder this, yet the thought of the magic being different for him never began to cross his mind. >     A flight attendant arrived and announced the arrival of flight 580

from XXXXXXX. With a sigh, he moved towards the front of the line of people waiting for their loved ones or business partners to exit the plane.  His palms began to sweat, "Oh great, I’ll give her a clammy hug and make a great first impression!" He wiped his palms nervously on his shirt and watched the gate. >     Not too long after the announcement was made, people began

swarming in a mass exodus from the plane. His eyes squinted and strained in order to find the woman he had been aching to meet for so long. In an instant,  there she was. She looked so beautiful, so elegant, just as he knew she would. He might have been wrong, but he thought she might have been a pinch nervous. After a moment, she recognized him from the pictures they had exchanged and strode quickly across the crowded terminal. They both at the same time began to sputter a greeting, and both laughed nervously, one of them turning slightly red. He couldn’t resist the urge and wrapped his arms around this beautiful woman. She laughed and they held each other tightly. It felt to them like a scene from a movie, yet to other watching it might not have been. He smiled and they walked to the baggage claim, holding each other’s hands as they walked. He asked about the flight and if she was hungry, his eyes meeting hers filled with one of the most power of loves. >      His loneliness had been a powerful one, knowing that someone was

out there, a great distance off. Someone that he loved, and someone that he wished to share himself with completely.  They claimed the luggage and he good-naturedly refused to let the beautiful woman assist him. >They arrived at his car, and he opened the door for her. Placing the

luggage in the trunk, and hoping into the drivers seat, he leaned over and whispered the words he had been longing to say in person for so long, "I love you." – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

Response:

     The deafening sound of another plane roaring over the airport setting up for its landing approach filled his ears. He blinked it off and approach the terminal. Reading one of the television monitors, he breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed that her plane was on time.  How long had he waited for this moment? Years it must be. Surely it must be, for he cared so deeply for this person.      The ache of the distance had served to empower the feelings even more, making the situation feel more urgent, more terse.  The man walked on, towards the gate through which she would exit. Would the magic be the same for her when she stepped off the plane? He could not help wonder this, yet the thought of the magic being different for him never began to cross his mind.      A flight attendant arrived and announced the arrival of flight 580 from XXXXXXX. With a sigh, he moved towards the front of the line of people waiting for their loved ones or business partners to exit the plane.  His palms began to sweat, "Oh great, I’ll give her a clammy hug and make a great first impression!" He wiped his palms nervously on his shirt and watched the gate.      Not too long after the announcement was made, people began swarming in a mass exodus from the plane. His eyes squinted and strained in order to find the woman he had been aching to meet for so long. In an instant, there she was. She looked so beautiful, so elegant, just as he knew she would. He might have been wrong, but he thought she might have been a pinch nervous. After a moment, she recognized him from the pictures they had exchanged and strode quickly across the crowded terminal. They both at the same time began to sputter a greeting, and both laughed nervously, one of them turning slightly red. He couldn’t resist the urge and wrapped his arms around this beautiful woman. She laughed and they held each other tightly. It felt to them like a scene from a movie, yet to other watching it might not have been. He smiled and they walked to the baggage claim, holding each other’s hands as they walked. He asked about the flight and if she was hungry, his eyes meeting hers filled with one of the most power of loves.       His loneliness had been a powerful one, knowing that someone was out there, a great distance off. Someone that he loved, and someone that he wished to share himself with completely.  They claimed the luggage and he good-naturedly refused to let the beautiful woman assist him. They arrived at his car, and he opened the door for her. Placing the luggage in the trunk, and hoping into the drivers seat, he leaned over and whispered the words he had been longing to say in person for so long, "I love you." Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.

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