Warning: This will both be cheesy and sugar sweet
There I stood, at the airport in the early AM. Even though I heard the stewardess’ heels “click, clack, click, clack” and saw people rush into shops, out of shops and towards gates, I felt alone. Alone in a good way. Just me, getting on the plane.
Soon I would be riding the bus and the underground in the old school streets of London, and taking dance classes with famous choreographers. I had been in London before, but this was something different. Suddenly, I would see the city with more grown-up eyes.
And this was the first time I had flown alone. I heard about my friend’s sister travelling around to different countries by herself and meeting people that she wouldn’t have met otherwise. She opened up and shed her shyness.
I was in a state of mind to pursue my dreams without hesitation; hopefully this little trip to London would be the first journey of many. I wanted to come home knowing that I could be alone without being lonely. I wanted to remind myself that I don’t always need a plan.
It was the middle of the night when I finally reached my hostel, overwhelmed and exhausted. As silently as possible, I climbed into the bunk bed that would be my resting spot for the next four nights. Before I knew it I was sound asleep, with no clue that my future husband was dreaming a few mattresses away.
Sun was shining, and I already had my free continental breakfast downstairs in the attached Dover Castle Pub. I was in front of the mirror dressing up for my ballet class when we first saw each other. Me in spandex leotard and jogging pants, beside my messy bunk bed, catching his look through the mirror. He started talking to me. His smile and calm personality made me feel both comfortable and curious. I thought, everything is right about him. He is creative, he is not shy, and he is gorgeous.
The more time I spent with him, the more my knees weakened. He kept impressing me by being himself and such a gentleman. On the second day of knowing each other we went to Big Ben, he showed me vegan restaurants, and we stayed up late at the pub. It’s still as clear as if it was two days ago and not two years. The hallway was quiet, except for our whispering voices. Brushing our teeth together in the common bathroom made it feel like if we’d already said “I do.” With our mouths still minty, he kissed me!
His lips on mine felt like a shared secret in the night.
Rays of sun were starting to find their way through gaps in the curtain. With light feet, I walked down the stairs to the pub. Butterflies made a mess in my belly and I wondered: is this a start of something? why am I nervous? what should I say to him? The breakfast did not calm the flying creatures in my tummy, but looking into Devin’s eyes that day, feeling our secret, did. My last day in London was spent in his company; we revealed our “secret” to the city. In the few hours before my flight, we acted like a couple–holding hands, waving goodbye.
Rays of sun were starting to find their way through gaps in the curtain. With light feet, I walked down the stairs to the pub. Butterflies made a mess in my belly and I wondered:
is this a start of something? why am I nervous? what should I say to him? The breakfast did not calm the flying creatures in my tummy, but looking into Devin’s eyes that day, feeling our secret, did. My last day in London was spent in his company; we revealed our “secret” to the city. In the few hours before my flight, we acted like a couple–holding hands, waving goodbye.
On my flight back to Denmark (to my apartment, to my family), I was still buzzing. In less than 4 days, I got to know a person so well, trusting him to the fullest. And all without knowing if I’d ever see him in person again (though of course we exchanged numbers and shared instagram). One thing that still blows my mind today is: what felt in that moment, boarding the bus to the airport, like an ending, was only the start. I had no clue that the boy I was saying goodbye to would be standing on my doorstep in Denmark two weeks later.
I believe that when Devin booked that spontaneous flight to Denmark, our love story had to continue and I don’t ever want to close the book again.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed our little fairy tale.
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Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv
Here’s a few of our 1000 pictures together.
England, Denmark, Canada, The States.
