A Kite That Couldn't Be Tied Down |
There is a girl and I fell painfully, deeply, inexplicably in love with her after knowing her for two hours. She was fiercely supportive, fighting even me to argue that I was something great. When others we worked with questioned my dedication and work ethic she defended me faster and more decisively than anyone I had ever seen. It was a sensation unlike any I had experienced. Suddenly my attempts to be good enough were not treated as something to be painstakingly dragged out of me but rather a delightful surprise. She was grateful and loving and confounding.
And she left when it was over. She disappeared to DC to continue her work to change the world for the better. Our communication ceased almost entirely. We never really knew each other; there wasn't a whole lot to say. But that impression she made on me stayed with me and when the days got bad it was the thought that she was out there and she had believed in me more than I believed in myself that gave me that little bit of strength to clench my teeth and keep pushing.
I can't give an adequate explanation but I needed to know if she was real. I needed to make my pilgrimage and see her and hear her voice and find out if my Wonder Woman was real or if I was just daydreaming. I needed to feel her believe in me again, the way she had before, because I'm getting tired of letting myself down as often as I have. I'm getting tired of believing and building myself up only to be disappointed in the end. She was what I held on to when things got rough and I needed to hear it from her.
I'm that broken but that's a blog for another day.
So I hopped a plane and flew 2,000 miles to a strange city with almost no money all in the hopes that I would finally get some closure. I would finally be able to let go of her and the part of my life she represented. Or maybe I was chasing her down in the hopes that she loved me the way I loved her. I'm not really sure. I just know I went to find her.
And I did. I found her and she was not the superhuman Wonder Woman I had built her up to be. She was just herself. Just as scatterbrained and frustrating and sweet as I remembered but she was not her. And I silently begged for her to tell me I was alright and that I was making the right decisions. She didn't. She told me to finish it. She seemed to expect more from me but she was still sweet and supportive. And she told me the thing I needed to hear most. That it was hard for her that it was all over and that something like the adventure we all shared is something that only happens once in our lives and we can't relive it.
In that instant it was finally over. So we said goodbye and three hours later I boarded my plane home not knowing if I'd found what I came for.
Maybe I'll tell the story of what actually happened over the course of my trip. Maybe not. I'm not sure yet.