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“Three Twenty-Five”

Connecticut was in Iowa for 10 days. We had talked and said it would be nice if i could go out there and be withhim for a couple of days but after talking about it for a while,  it was decided that I should not. However, the next day, I re-evaluated  and I decided instead that I would go.

So the morning of May 9th, I got up and though an hour later than I wanted to leave, I set out on the first spontanious road trip I’d ever taken. I mean, a few years back a friend of mine and I had decided to take a road trip but a few things got in the way and in the end we didn’t go. That was actually being planned though, not really spontanious. I left home around 11 AM and drove. I sent him txt msgs periodically during the trip, making sure I could keep him thrown off the track. He didn’t know that I had re-decided to make the trip and I wanted to keep it that way.

The final 150 miles were the worst. I’d been wearing pajama’s all day and smelled of car and driving and I had to stop somewhere to change. There was a rest area that I stopped at and changed my cloths and sent him a txt. He was shopping. I was about 15 minutes out and he was shopping. So I tried coaxing him back to the hotel so he’d be there when I arrived. I had internet here, so I was able to get online for a few and look up something he had asked me about. Then off I was… 15 minutes away. I was nervous, I felt sick. I had no idea what to expect at the end of my trip. I arrived and checked myself. I didn’t park in the hotel because I wanted to be a surprise and my van is sort of noticable. I was there for about 10 minutes when I got word from him that he was back and in his hotel. My heart jumped… my stomach turned… here we go.

How would I do this? I know where he is – but not where he is. I called him from the lobby of his hotel. I asked – basically – what room was he in.

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My heart pounding… into the elevator… 3rd floor… down the hall… there’s his room… knock knock.

There He was. Somewhat shocked, but as beautiful as ever. I hugged him and it was fantastic. The 8 hours of driving definately was paid off the second his arms were around me. He closed the door as i entered the room.

The details of what happend in that room I will not share with you. They are mine and his. They’ll stay that way.

On Saturday afternoon, we went to lunch then to see What Happens in Vegas. That was a fun movie. We shopped a little bit before going back to the hotel.

I dreaded sunday morning. I didn’t want to leave. We went to breakfast – which was fun but it only got us closer and closer to my leaving. Went back to the hotel and got everything around. Said our goodbyes – which nearly broke me – and off i was.

I sent him a couple of txts.. But kept moving forward. Onward. Away from him. Even typing the words now breaks my heart.

I cried three times on the way home… 3 1/2 really. I tried not to each time and only once was I able to hold it off. I wanted to be strong this time.

Again, there are things i might have done differently, and things i wouldn’t change for the world. If i could go back in time to last Friday morning, I will still drive there to see him. I won’t change that little bit of time with him for anything

…And I will never forget the details of what happend when that door closed us in.