This is the story of how I picture I would meet my Turkish boyfriend, Emre. ❤
Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh. His plane was going to be landing really soon, and I felt as though I could just bounce off every wall in my house I was so dang excited. I've been waiting for this day for what seemed like forever.
I was still trying to figure out what to wear. Casual wear? Or go all out? I was conflicted, so I decided I would just choose a random outfit. Black ruffled shirt, black jeans, and my grey boots. I didn't feel the need to apply makeup. Natural was the way to go, especially to make a good first impression!
"C'mon, Kylie, hurry up!" I hear my mom yell up the stairs.
"Okay, I'm coming!" I quickly look in the mirror to adjust my hair, then I shut off the light in my room and run down the stairs.
Once we got into the car, I could feel my heart beat rapidly, and my stomach twist in ways I never thought possible. I told myself to calm down and breathe, but my body wouldn't listen. Thrill sent chills down my spine, causing my body to shiver slightly. Though, it was upsetting that it was an hour long drive to the airport. So, I decided I would just adjust myself comfortably in the seat and take a nap. I mean, it was nearly ten o'clock at night.
"Hey," my mom whispers, awakening me, "get up, we're here." I sit up slowly and rub my eyes. When they adjust to the scenery outside of the windshield, I see big letters sitting atop a building. It read: PEORIA AIRPORT.
Right before I could tell myself not to go insane again, I did. I pushed the car door open and jumped right out of the car. My heart was beating so wildly, I could've sworn it almost beat right out of my chest. I ran straight to the doors, but stopped right infront of them to wait for my mom. She looked at me then rolled her eyes, a smirk on her face. She began to mall-walk towards me, but I didn't wait, couldn't wait. I wanted to see him so badly. I would be able to actually be able to look into his dark, chocolaty colored eyes, not over a camera.
I ran past people who were dragging their luggage along behind them, or carrying suitcases. I could smell the aroma of McDonald's and Subway and other small restaurants crammed into the slightly small airport.
I stop for a moment, pulling out my phone to check the time. 11:45. His plane landed almost 20 minutes ago! Crap! I ran as fast as I could to the luggage pick-up.
I ran and ran, then when I turned a corner, SMACK! I ran right into someone. Luckily, only our chests collided, and not our heads. I looked at the person apologetically.
"I'm so sor-" I stopped right there when I realized who it was. It was him. The boy I've been waiting to see since the day I became acquainted with him. Emre.
I felt my heart stop. He looked even better in person. I could see the bright shine inside of his dark-brown eyes, and his thin lips were pale but looked glossy. His hair looked the same, though. Very dark brown with faint waves.
All I really cared about was that he was here with me. Finally.
"Emre, oh my gosh," I said before he pulled me in for a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist and my arms were around his shoulders. I buried my face into the hollow of his neck; he smelled of Axe cologne. He loosened his arms and we both looked at each other.
He ran his fingers along my cheekbone and watched as he trailed as his fingers to my jaw. He whispered softly.
"Seni seviyorum." I knew those words all too well.
"I love you, too," I replied, smiling widely. Emre leaned in to me until our lips touched. He wasn't majorly skilled, considering this is the first time he's ever kissed anyone. But it didn't matter to me. I just enjoyed his soft lips pressed against mine.
Emre pulled away and smiled at me. "Wow," was all he could say. I just laughed at him and ran my hand down his arm until I found his hand. He entwined his fingers with mine.
"Kylie Brooke," I heard my mom say. I turned around and she continued, "Don't just run away like that. Wait for me."
"Sorry..." I said, looking over at mine and Emre's hands. It almost looked as though my hand was made to fit perfectly into his.
My mom looked over at Emre and smiled pleasantly. "It's nice to finally meet you, Emre." She offers her hand and Emre shakes it with his free hand.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, too." Emre half-smiled in a way that just made my heart melt. But I was shocked that Emre could speak English. He spoke slowly, though, as though he was picking at his brain for the right words to say. His voice was so deep and velvety, so perfect to me.
My mother rubbed her eyes and yawned shortly, "We should get back home now, you two."
Emre and I both looked at each other and smiled, then looked over at my mom, "We're ready to go."