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Kevin:
My room, which had once been filled with my junk from corner to corner was now empty, ready for a new freshman football player to move in. Gary helped me carry the last of my luggage into the car, while Carrie waited for us outside. When my luggage was piled into the trunk, Gary gave me hug and told me to give him a call once I reached Orlando. As I sat behind the wheel, ready to leave for the airport, I took one last look at Stanford University, which was my home and my heart for the last 4 years.
Carrie:
As Kevin and I walked through the revolving doors of the San Francisco International Airport, my heart knew that letting Kevin go would be the most difficult experience since the death of my mother a year and a half ago. Naturally, I did not want to restrain Kevin from his dreams, but at the same time, I did not want to lose him either. Before boarding time, we entered a small, isolated café in the eastern wing of the airport. Its quaint solitude allowed the both of us to spend our last moments together in private, away from the hustle of the busy airport. Kevin walked over to the vintage jukebox, entered his coinage, and selected Richard Marx’s song “Right Here Waiting.”
“May I have the last dance,” Kevin murmured and I agreed. Gradually, Kevin’s sturdy arms wrapped around my waist for the last time. Richard Marx began to sing our pain through his words.
Oceans apart, day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice, on the line
But it doesn’t stop the pain
If I see you next to never
How can we say forever
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you
I took for granted, all the times
That I thought would last somehow
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears
But I can’t get near you now
Oh can’t you see it baby
You’ve got me going crazy
I wonder how we can survive, this romance
But in the end if I’m with you, I’ll take the chance
Reluctantly, we let go of each other and made a final agonizing trip to the airport terminus where Kevin’s flight would be boarding.
“I’ll miss you…but I’ll be waiting for you Kevin,” I sobbed, allowing the waterfall of sorrowful tears to trickle down my cheeks.
“I’ll never forget to write and call…” Kevin promised.
The flight attendant announced that Kevin’s flight to Orlando was boarding. “That’s my cue,” Kevin grinned in attempt to lighten the melancholic disposition.
“Oh Kev, when you’re rich and famous, remember the quiet British girl who you used to play with during the summer,” I added, stroking his cheek gently.
“Always have and always will,” Kevin replied. Finally, the kiss that had been cut short at Tom’s wedding and in the dorm driveway, was fulfilled.
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