forever. You and me, holding hands, side by side. Always.”
My breathing is rattled as he leans away just a bit so I can look at him. He lazily brings my hand up to his lips, his green eyes never leaving mine, and he presents my skin with a gentle kiss. The moment is demolished as someone begins to speak. Instinctively, our eyes turn to the man standing at the podium, the whirlwind of voices from others in here cease as he talks.
That feeling of simply existing and not feeling has returned. It's more from an overwhelmed frenzy while we wait for Jake's name to be called. A thousand words graze my mind while we endure those being spoken. A thousand words that could express my joy and love for this man sitting beside me. Sitting here, knowing what is to come, none seem adequate enough. Not a single one can express this feeling.
“ Jake Benson.”
My ears come alert. I don't know what was said before or after his name. I only heard his precious name. Clapping erupts and Jake stands, tugging me with him. He kisses and hugs me hard, but quick. Elation spreads across his face and it's contagious as he turns to Drake, who is short of freaking out as he high-fives Jake.
“This is why we came?” he asks.
Jake nods before leaving us behind to make his way on stage. It's then that my eyes catch sight of that red NHL jersey. My love is going to play for the Chicago Blackhawks. A lone tear streaks my cheek.
He did it.
He made it.
Another tear falls as he puts on his jersey, his smile brightening the entire room when he poses for a picture with the gentlemen around him. It's as if I'm in another world, seeing him on that stage wearing an NHL jersey with his name on it. As I watch the happiness radiate from him, nothing could make me prouder of him than I am right now and when he looks at me, I want to burst. Explode with pleasure and delight.
Then the moment fades as another team calls another player. The day passes by before I get the chance to absorb every second. There was so much going on that I mostly felt lost. It didn't matter though. I watched Jake throughout as he spoke with others and such. His day to shine has come, and I'm sure more opportunities will arise.
Drake, on the other hand, was very much involved. He yacked the day away, but I completely understood. Today was just as big for him as it was for Jake. Even afterwards, as we grabbed our bags and checked out from the hotel to head to the airport, time seemed to fly.
Currently, I'm driving us home. Jake seems to be in his own little world as phone calls from his friends start to pour in with congratulations. Drake is crashed out from the long day in the back seat. We have still have thirty minutes to go before we are home. Silently, I eye my love as he turns off his phone and leans into his seat.
“Best. Day. Ever.”
Giggling, I agree. “It's almost over, though,” I comment since the clock glows 11:58 pm.
Jake sighs, closing his eyes. Within minutes, he's asleep and I'm practically alone on these deserted roads. Of course, I begin to mull on the ramifications of today. Life as we know it has changed. Jake's going to be home for the next week before heading to Chicago. He's got paperwork to do. He has to search for an apartment and go to another camp. If he plays well, he'll be shipped to yet another camp. If I understood correctly, once the team offers a contract, which I'm sure they will, he'll accept it. Then he will play for the NHL.
When that happens, my love will officially relocate. It's too close to the beginning of the semester to transfer to a university and I've already registered for classes here. I'll be in Charlotte without him. Unless I transfer to a school up there, I won't live with him for another three years at the least. Three years where the majority of our time will be apart. The lump in my throat is telling me to panic. Ms. Negativity in my head is screaming that we'll never last. As I drive into town, the street lamps cause my
My breathing is rattled as he leans away just a bit so I can look at him. He lazily brings my hand up to his lips, his green eyes never leaving mine, and he presents my skin with a gentle kiss. The moment is demolished as someone begins to speak. Instinctively, our eyes turn to the man standing at the podium, the whirlwind of voices from others in here cease as he talks.
That feeling of simply existing and not feeling has returned. It's more from an overwhelmed frenzy while we wait for Jake's name to be called. A thousand words graze my mind while we endure those being spoken. A thousand words that could express my joy and love for this man sitting beside me. Sitting here, knowing what is to come, none seem adequate enough. Not a single one can express this feeling.
“ Jake Benson.”
My ears come alert. I don't know what was said before or after his name. I only heard his precious name. Clapping erupts and Jake stands, tugging me with him. He kisses and hugs me hard, but quick. Elation spreads across his face and it's contagious as he turns to Drake, who is short of freaking out as he high-fives Jake.
“This is why we came?” he asks.
Jake nods before leaving us behind to make his way on stage. It's then that my eyes catch sight of that red NHL jersey. My love is going to play for the Chicago Blackhawks. A lone tear streaks my cheek.
He did it.
He made it.
Another tear falls as he puts on his jersey, his smile brightening the entire room when he poses for a picture with the gentlemen around him. It's as if I'm in another world, seeing him on that stage wearing an NHL jersey with his name on it. As I watch the happiness radiate from him, nothing could make me prouder of him than I am right now and when he looks at me, I want to burst. Explode with pleasure and delight.
Then the moment fades as another team calls another player. The day passes by before I get the chance to absorb every second. There was so much going on that I mostly felt lost. It didn't matter though. I watched Jake throughout as he spoke with others and such. His day to shine has come, and I'm sure more opportunities will arise.
Drake, on the other hand, was very much involved. He yacked the day away, but I completely understood. Today was just as big for him as it was for Jake. Even afterwards, as we grabbed our bags and checked out from the hotel to head to the airport, time seemed to fly.
Currently, I'm driving us home. Jake seems to be in his own little world as phone calls from his friends start to pour in with congratulations. Drake is crashed out from the long day in the back seat. We have still have thirty minutes to go before we are home. Silently, I eye my love as he turns off his phone and leans into his seat.
“Best. Day. Ever.”
Giggling, I agree. “It's almost over, though,” I comment since the clock glows 11:58 pm.
Jake sighs, closing his eyes. Within minutes, he's asleep and I'm practically alone on these deserted roads. Of course, I begin to mull on the ramifications of today. Life as we know it has changed. Jake's going to be home for the next week before heading to Chicago. He's got paperwork to do. He has to search for an apartment and go to another camp. If he plays well, he'll be shipped to yet another camp. If I understood correctly, once the team offers a contract, which I'm sure they will, he'll accept it. Then he will play for the NHL.
When that happens, my love will officially relocate. It's too close to the beginning of the semester to transfer to a university and I've already registered for classes here. I'll be in Charlotte without him. Unless I transfer to a school up there, I won't live with him for another three years at the least. Three years where the majority of our time will be apart. The lump in my throat is telling me to panic. Ms. Negativity in my head is screaming that we'll never last. As I drive into town, the street lamps cause my
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