“When are you coming home?” asked the voice on the other end of the phone. “Tomorrow Kev. I'll be there before you know it.” I reassured my boyfriend, Kevin Smith. “Ok Ryo. I'll let you get some sleep. I love you” “I love you too Kev. 'Night.” “Yeah tomorrow.” Kevin muttered contentedly and we both hung up.
God I missed him we had been together for three years now. Stupid things like this tournament keep us apart but it's only temporary I know. We're strong thought it because we both understand. Obligations are obligations and in the pro tennis it is no different.
I longed to be home with my my Kevin, in America. Lazy days spent lazing around the house with nothing to do. Playful matches we play in the backyard or on a street court sometimes with some of his friends from the American goodwill games. Evenings were spent enjoying each other's company most of the time they lad on the bed watching movies or engaging in other activities. I loved being with him he was so interesting, beautiful, funny, so many things I could never name.
I fell asleep quickly talking on the phone combined with the excitement of seeing Kevin so soon lulled me into easy dreams about being home with him. I dreamed of him and home, our little apartment in California, Karupin and her kittens. Every little detail was ingrained in my mind the odd green stain on the living room carpet, our queen bed, and the kitchen's flowered wall paper. Things that normally didn't occur to me unless I had been a way a long time.
Kevin dominated my dreams though his blond hair spread against the pillow, his sharp blue eyes peering at me from over the newspaper, all of Kevin. Laying in his arms the place that seemed most like home to me no matter where we were in the world. If Kevin was there with me, holding me, I was home.
As I got off the plane and into the airport. When I spotted him my heart almost leaped out of my chest out of joy. I almost ran oven to him but kept my self control and walked. I threw my arms around him and meshed his all too familiar lips with mine. When we broke apart all i could whisper in his ear was “Tadima Kevin my love.” I knew I really was home because he was there and he was holing me to him and it was so peaceful.
