{"id":5265,"date":"2024-12-01T17:50:26","date_gmt":"2024-12-01T21:50:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/?page_id=5265"},"modified":"2024-12-02T11:33:10","modified_gmt":"2024-12-02T15:33:10","slug":"2024-yakamoz","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/creative-nonfiction-archive\/2024-yakamoz\/","title":{"rendered":"2024 Yakamoz"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Birthdays For Everyone 1826 by Lorenzo<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n

Yakamoz<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

By Jade Rivette<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

    \u201cWhere are you?\u201d I spoke into the phone with anticipation dripping from my voice. I didn’t even let him answer before I hung up. There he is, beside the airport Burger King. Looking so out of place. Everyone else is moving so quickly, places to be, planes to catch. His deep blue eyes are scanning everyone’s faces, looking for me. From across the room I am still affected by his vibrant eyes. I always get so lost in them. I have never seen eyes so bold, features so gorgeous. He wasn\u2019t boastful about his beauty\u2026 maybe this is because he isn\u2019t aware of how breathtaking he is. Looking at him, I think of art, I think of statues of Greek Gods. Someone who seems to be unreal. Sometimes I\u2019m sure I\u2019ve been stuck in a dream, since the day I met him. His auburn hair is slightly textured which helps it lay perfectly over his forehead, stopping just above his thick eyebrows. Certainly, the fullest, most lovely eyelashes I\u2019ve ever seen flutter as he blinks and continues to search for my face. He thinks his nose is too small, I find it perfectly sized between his always blushed cheeks. His lips\u2026 his full lips were just begging for my kiss. My pace quickens.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Finally he sees me. His face softens, a radiant smile appears. The pink on his cheeks is spreading to his whole face while he shuffles from one foot to another. I start walking even faster. I\u2019m dodging people walking past me, in all directions, while not breaking eye contact. I reach out for him before I\u2019m even close enough to hug, still closer than we\u2019ve ever been. I feel a warmth all around me when we hug. I\u2019m holding him so tight I worry I might break him. I can feel his heartbeat, or maybe it\u2019s mine. I think this feeling is peace, although I\u2019m not familiar with it. Love, acceptance, unconditional, respect, devotion, <\/span>home. <\/span><\/i>Yes, that\u2019s what it is, I feel as if I\u2019m home.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

One Week Later
<\/b>    As I\u2019m walking towards the passport check line with my ticket in one hand and my suitcase in the other, I can feel his eyes on my back. I keep asking myself if I really need to go. I look back at him one more time and see tears running down his soft cheeks and before I can even consider turning around, he is lost in a sea of people.
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As the plane begins to take off I am overwhelmed with grief. I am losing so much of him, his touch, his smell, his kiss waking me up. Flying back to Michigan, I feel more like I am leaving home than I did when I was on my way here.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jade Rivette<\/strong>
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