| Straight: Serial Stories: Spring Break in the Frozen Tundra: Chapter 1 (1/3) |
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Jamie and I had been through a lot together in the year since we met. We’d shared our life stories, our families, our ups and downs, even a woman. When she broke up with her boyfriend a few months ago it was mostly at my urging. He wasn’t the right guy for her to be spending the rest of her life with. He could find the time and money to fly up to San Jose for hockey games, but couldn’t make the time to call her or to visit her at school. Every time she tried to talk to him about their problems he found a way to make her feel guilty. Being her friend, and being someone who had tried and failed at a long-distance relationship, I knew what she was going through and I did my best to help. Unfortunately in the process I had also fallen for her and it scared me. I had never fallen this hard before. When I was home over Christmas, we had spent an amazing two weeks together. We had cuddled in my bed watching movies and hockey games, spent a couple nights in my parents’ hot tub, and we’d even found the courage to play with each other. The problem was Jamie wasn’t over Steve yet and even though we were practically dating while I was home from school, we didn’t actually start dating. Her feelings for him were still just too strong. I came back to school in January knowing that I wasn’t really single. As far as I was concerned, I had a beautiful girlfriend back in California and I was willing to wait forever for her to feel the same way. I knew she loved me as much as I loved her; it was just a matter of time before she was able to forget him and be with me. I was hoping that time would come when she visited me during her spring break. There’s no better way to prove you love someone than to brave the freezing cold Minnesota spring. Jamie hates the cold weather. We’d often joked that we could never be together because I want to live somewhere I could make an ice rink in my backyard and she can’t live anywhere that got below 60 for more than ten minutes. It really meant a lot to me that she was coming up to St. Paul when she could’ve spent her spring break in Mexico with her roommates. She arrived at the airport Friday evening. I took advantage of the fact that my parents are airline employees and listed myself on a flight that I never intended to take so that I could meet her at the gate. The only thing I had for a carry-on was a bouquet of 12 roses: 4 red roses to signify my passionate love for her, 4 white roses to signify the unity I was hoping we would have by the end of the week, and 4 pink roses to complete the symbolism of our romance. I told her to look for me in my favorite hockey jersey because it would be extremely easy to find. I hadn’t told her I would be waiting at the gate for her. Ten feet from the gate she noticed me among the crowd and froze; her jaw almost on the floor. She dropped her bags and jumped into my arms. I had to drop the flowers or risk them being crushed between us. I chose to drop them on the floor and wrap my arms |
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