And it was with his glad sigh of relief when her light watery laughter curled up the side of the cliff and into his anxious ears that he knew he loved her.
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He had been expecting this.
Two weeks prior he woke up in the middle of the night, startled. And although it didn’t have to, because somehow he already knew what it would find, his right arm instantly extended a palm to the pillow opposite his. She wasn’t there. In a quick, single movement he lifted his back and swung his legs to his left, placed his heels on the floor and sprung to his feet. He reached for his t-shirt on the chair beside their bed and looked around the room. Nothing had moved as far as he could tell. He ran a hand through his short, dark, invariably messy hair and made his way to the bedroom door. He flew down the staircase to their living room as if it was Christmas morning and he was still six years old and because he was six, no older, his dad was still around to see the smile on his face as he opened his gifts. He walked as fast as he could around the first floor of their home until he found her. She had been sitting at their kitchen table, clasping a cup of coffee, watching the snow fall on St. Paul. And that was that. She saw him come in, he said something to the effect of “Oh, there you are,” and they made their way back into bed.
This time, though, she wasn’t in the kitchen with the coffee with the snow falling on their city. This time she wasn’t in the house at all.
Dave Eggers
Saturday March 27, 2004
The Guardian
When he met her and they liked each other a great deal, he heard things better, and in his eyes the lines of the physical world were sharper than before. He was smarter, he was more aware, and he thought of new things to do with his days. He considered activities which before had been vaguely intriguing but which now seemed urgent, and which must, he thought, be done with his new companion. He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her. He had always been intrigued by gliders, parachutes, ultralights and hang-gliders, and now he felt that this would be a facet of their new life: that they would be a couple that flew around on weekends and on vacations, in small aircraft. They would learn the terminology; they would join clubs. They would have a trailer of some kind, or a large van, in which to hold their new machines and supple wings folded, and they would drive to new places to see from above. The kind of flying that interested him was close to the ground - less than a thousand feet above earth. He wanted to see things moving quickly below him, wanted to be able to wave to people below, to see wildebeest run and to count dolphins streaming away from shore. He hoped this was the kind of flying she’d want to do, too. He became so attached to the idea of this person and this flying and this life entwined that he was not sure what he would do if it did not become actual. He didn’t want to do this flying alone; he would rather not do it than do it without her. But if he asked her to fly with him, and she expressed reservations, or was not inspired, would he stay with her? Could he? He decides that he would not. If she does not drive in the van with the wings carefully folded, he will have to leave, smile and leave, and then he will look again. But when and if he finds another companion, he knows his plan will not be for flying. It will be another plan with another person, because if he goes flying close to the earth it will be with her.