Callista
The last week of Christmas vacation flew by in a flurry of fluffy white snow and kisses. Taylor and I were so in love and we knew we always would be. His family was so amazing, each and every one of them. I grew to love them as my own. Even my family loved his family, they'd made friends for life. TAylor and I had spoken to each of our parents about our intentions, to be together forever. Actually my parents were far more understanding than I had ever expected. It seems they met at 14 so they really couldn't say anything against young love. Sianna and Walker were just the same. In fact I swear I saw tears in my mother and Dianna's eyes. They each expressed the same concerns but agreed to let us ride this out, whatever happens happens.
So now, here we are sitting on the cold chairs in a Long Island MacArthur Airport waiting room, gate 7. Waiting...waiting for the plane that represents one of two things, neither of which I particularly like. Either the end of the one thing that means the world to me or one of the biggest tests in our relationship. I hope it's the former because I can't deal without him in my life, I pray for this with all my heart.
Taylor holds my trembling hand tightly in his and though eh feigns strength I know he's just as upset and scared as I am. Neither of us wants to know what's going to ahppen, we could contentedly live forever in the past 2 weeks. We're each silent, afraid to say the things that rest heavily on our minds becasuse those things include the words good, and bye. The two words neither of us ever wants to hear again.
Thier flight is called and we say good-bye to everyone...but eachother. Then the time comes, we have to make the last moments amazing, funny how all I can seem to do is cry. The Hansons are heading down the tunnel to their plane, my family has opted to leave us alone ofr our last moments.
He looks at me, I look at him. OUr eyes lock into each other and mine let go of the tears they've been holding all day. Taylor gently kisses away a few of the tears and holds both of my hands. I can feel him fingering the promise ring he's placed on my finger not more than a week previous. I'm trembling and only vaguely aware of the people watching the two of us as we create a scene.
"I...I hate this ::sniffle:: this," my voice hitches as I breathe in, "I don't want you to go...stay here..." he cuts me off by hugging e tightly, burying his face into my neck. I sigh, " hold me forever."
"Angel...baby, I'm not leaving you, I'll always be with you, okay. Remeber that. We'll be together again, I swear, and we'll always have the memories," he's holding back tears and speaking into my neck.
"Tay..." I sob.
"Ssh...I hate seeing you cry, you know that. Just promise me that you'll remember me, that you'll never let go of what we have because it means everything to me."
"I p-promise you."
"TAY-LOR!" Zac shouts from the pasage. Taylor and I know he has to go.
"I love you Callista," he says slowly and deliberately and then pulls me into the most heartfelt and at the same time heart wrenching kiss I'll ever have in my lifetime.
"I love you too, Taylor."
"I know you do...and I always will..." he trailed off and slowly turned away. He began to walk away. I held his hand, my fingers twined within his, until my arm could reach no further adn we slowly let go.
He walked away an ddn't turn back. I knew he didn't want to make things any harder, and he didn't want me to see him cry.
I reached out a trembling hand after him, "I love you..." I whispered into the air around me adn knew he heard me. I quickly pulled my hand back and turned away sobbing. Already my heart ached and my world was turned upside down and he'd only been gone for all of 20 seconds.
I knew Taylor and I would be together again someday. He did too. He held a pice of my heart that I'd never get back, thatI didn't want back. And I held a pice of his. The power of the love between us was too strong to let go.
I turned again, to face the gate. He was almost down the tunnel and out of my sight.
And so Taylor Hanson left my life, as quickly as he'd come in it, though this time he held a pice of me captive. And ironically enough the last sight of my angel was that of his golden blonde hair.