"THE LETTER" part I

Flying in from Chicago on the small commuter jet on a beautiful afternoon, the descent feels as though it began right after the plane reached cruising altitude after leaving Chicago O’Hare.  Looking out of the window, the much smaller Eppley Airfield really does look like a dot on the map when compared with the huge airports in both Chicago and Detroit, but there is a feeling of inclusiveness, a welcoming that comes with the small, uncomplicated airport.

The plane lands without incident and it is not long before the captain is thanking the passenger for choosing the airline and the deplaning of all the passengers begins.  The seconds crawl by as the surprisingly full plane exits unto the gangway and she looks up, expecting to see someone despite knowing better.  Emerging out into the airport and quickly finding the direction to baggage claim, she wonders why he is not right here, ready to pick her up in his arms and shower her with kisses like in the movies.  “I know that he wants to make this a movie sequence…” and she stops.  Thought it has been over a decade, the changes that have occurred because of the terrorist attacks of 9-11 still contrasts poorly with the love stories of the 20^th century.  “But is this about love,” she thinks to herself, walking with the other passengers towards the main body of the airport.  “I really don’t know what this is supposed to be about.  I cannot believe that I am here; I REALLY cannot believe that I have agreed to come under his terms!”  But she has because she misses him; and she trusts in him like she has no other person, though you could say that would go without saying.  Flying 800 hundred miles to do something that she has absolutely NO experience with, to a strange city that she has only the vaguest ideas of what it is like, she had to have a lot of trust in him.

Passing the last security point and entering the main building of the airport she can see him rushing up to her.  Her body trembles with anticipation as she hears him call her name.  “SANTANA!!”  His body looks as if it has remained unchanged, if anything, his physique looks even tighter, with more tone and definition to it.  His arms, which were always well-muscled, looks even larger than her memory and she feels his strength as he pulls her into his body, squeezing her tightly as his fingers taught with his passion presses into her back.

“You look beautiful,” he says stepping out of the embrace but maintaining his connection to her by holding her hands.  “Man, I have missed you,” he continues shaking his head slowly.  “You still look wonderful.”

“You are not looking bad yourself, young man,” she replies.  She blushes slightly as she feels his gaze taking her in from head to toe.  No matter how she feels about herself, he has always had the ability, the power, to make her feel like the most beautiful woman around.  So why has she agreed to this arrangement, to be a part of this—

“Come on,” he says picking up her hand and leading her on.  “Let’s get your bag and pick up your car.  Santana, you are looking great!” He looks back at her and takes her all in, every curve, ever piece of exposed skin on her arm and his eyes stop at her cleavage.  Then he meets her eyes and says, “We have got to get you out of here and back to my place.”