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The next morning was very tiring, yet relieving. I would never come back to this house…I couldn’t. I felt bad about moving on, but I had to. I had moved to Tulsa almost a year ago and never once did I stay there for more then a week. I wanted to go home, live life normally for a while, enjoy my new surroundings and meet new friends. I wanted to settle down…and that meant with Taylor. I knew that if I stuck with him I would be thrown back on a plane somewhere else, but that was after they took the fall and winter off to record their next record. That meant Taylor and I would have half a year to be together, alone…no more cameras or screaming people. That was if Taylor wanted to still be with me. I didn’t know where he had gone after he was at my house, where he was even. All I could do was hope our paths would cross again…and that it wasn’t too late. I wasn’t one to believe in fate, but now I was letting my life rest in its hands. I piled all my belongings into my car and slowly began the hour drive to the airport. My body just didn’t want to move…I knew I might be late, but I couldn’t go any faster. I just wanted to have my own pace, begin to look at everything a little bit closer and more in depth. For once in my life I wanted to stop and actually see what color the sky was…watch the sun set and rise. Then I remembered my life, my situation, and pressed on the gas pedal a little harder then before.
Tay sat on his plane looking at the latest edition of Rolling Stone. Seemed like his whole life was on paper. He just shook his head, the flight wasn’t leaving for a little while anyway. Everybody else had gone back home to start his or her long awaited break. He was flying out alone today, he had tried one last time to be with Bre. He couldn’t keep trying, he had to let her try and he just hoped she wanted to try. He had to leave his life up to fate. He put his had against the chair and closed his eyes.
I ran through the airport to my terminal.
“God, don’t let me miss my flight,” I moaned.
I stopped and scanned around, finding my airplane number.
“Finally,” I sighed pointing it out to the right of me.
I walked over slowly and a weird feeling came over me. I shook my head a bit and sighed again. Then it hit me, I remembered the terminal and plane. It was the exact same one I flew the first time I was flying to Tulsa.
“The first time I met Tay,” I said aloud.
It was then I knew Nick was there. The woman took my ticket and smiled and I smiled back fakely. God did I hate those people. I walked though the passageway to the plane and it felt almost surreal. I felt comfortable as I walked onto the plane and smiled inside. I looked around for my seat and couldn’t find it. I kept walking back trying to find my seat number. Finally I came to the last two seats, and there it was. I looked at the person to whom I’d sit with and my heart began to race. My bags dropped from my hands. They were looking out the window but I knew the ponytail, I knew the body…I believed in fate. I began to thank God over and over in my head then I thanked Nick. He still didn’t turn to see me but it didn’t matter…if I just stared at him for the rest of my life I’d have been happy. Then it happened…my mouth opened and I spoke.
“Tay,” I said hoarsely.
His head bolted in my direction and his eyes pierced into mine.
“Oh my God, Bre,” he said shocked.
I sat down and just looked into his eyes. We didn’t say anything for a while, just watched each other. I brushed his hair through my fingers and he cupped my face into his hands. Then it happened, he started to cry. It wasn’t a few tears, he fully cried. I just shook my head and let my tears fall too. He took me into his arms and held me and I finally felt complete…it was going to be ok. Nothing in the world could have compared to that one single moment that defined the rest of my life. He pulled away and reached into his pocket.
“Here you might need this,” he smiled.
I warmed inside knowing he remembered everything. He remembered our past, it was worth it to him to remember. Then I looked at what he pulled out of his pocket. I didn’t know how he had it with him or how he knew he’d see me on the plane…it didn’t matter. I looked at the ring in his hands and the smile on his face.
“Spend the rest of your life with me? Never have I ever needed something so badly in my entire life. You’ve made me and molded me into the man I am today and I can’t live without you. I need you to be able to feel alive. You’re the reason I live.”
My lips quivered with happiness as he slipped the ring on my finger.
“Come home with me forever? I promise that I will do my best to keep us happy,” he asked.
I just smiled and kissed him more passionately then I ever had kissed before. This was my life, this is where I belonged in the world. I had spent the past year trying to find myself and I was looking in all the wrong places. All I had to do was look in his eyes to find my heart and soul…he owned them and kept them safe. I wasn’t about to trade my life for the world.
“Tay, forever, through love and hate.”
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