The Kiss of a Lifetime. Essay About Love Story

The relationship was falling apart. It felt as if it had been a lifetime since I last saw him. Xavier, my boyfriend, lived in Georgia and I lived in Pennsylvania. Oh, and let us not forget about his sister, Dayshia, who strangely became of immense help. Late August, on a hot day, the heat felt like you could fry eggs on the asphalt. I knew we would be whole again. The day I knew we could get through anything. Distance can be challenging in a relationship, but with the right amount of effort, it can be worth every mile apart. 

Since the pandemic began, a terrible virus that kept Xavier and I 850 miles apart. The miles felt like it was ripping my relationship to shreds. I felt lonesome. I was irritated all the time because I could not hold him nor kiss him. I could not smell the heavy scent of Fahrenheit, his cologne, on his clothes. He would spray it in abundance. I could not taste the peppermint gum on his lips. I could not feel his slow breathing on the back of my neck at night when we were sleeping. I was so over the pandemic at this point. I could hear his voice cracking with sadness with every phone call and facetime video. He missed being around me, and I missed him more. Something had to give. I could not stand this isolation anymore. It was like a dark cloud hanging over my head, a never-ending storm. Until one day, it felt like my prayers had been answered. It felt as if the universe were working to bring us together again.

Two long dreadful weeks went by, and I received a phone call from Dayshia around three in the morning. A phone call that made my heart jump from fright. “What could she possibly want at three in the morning?” I asked myself. I answered the phone and the excitement in her voice was all I desired to hear. She mentioned that she was taking a road trip to Georgia to visit her family. She wanted to know if I would come along to surprise her brother. My prayers had been answered. I was longing for that moment with her brother and she knew it. We drove for sixteen drawn-out hours in her black Nissan Maxima. Listening to loud music with the windows down. The wind flowing through our hair. Laughing and going down memory lanes just to get us through the trip. The closer we got to Georgia; I could practically feel his presence wrapped around me through the wind. It was almost that time for the tremendous surprise I had been waiting to give him. 

We were finally here after a long eight hundred fifty miles. I was now in the same state as my boyfriend. He, however, did not grasp it. I stepped out in the parking lot with the sun beaming on my face. The air in Georgia felt humid and dry. I stretched and shook out my limbs. We had been driving for hours. My body was aching. We then continued walking up to the apartment. My heart was fluttering. My palms were moist. I knocked at the door. A few seconds later, the door swung open. I looked up at the 6’2, dark-haired, slim young man, my boyfriend. His eyes opened wide. He grabbed me and picked me up in his arms. For the first time in four months, we shared a kiss. I felt instant butterflies. We kissed, and we cried. It was a beautiful moment. A moment worth remembering for a lifetime.