We made it. I am in Crestview, FL.
I am home.
It feels so good to be here. Emily came outside and hugged me. I hardly had a chance to look at her, but I felt her arms around me. She had some friends over. We played cards then went for a ride. We went to this place called Dead Man’s Hill or something like that. It is a local ghost story where if you park your car, your car will slowly go backwards up the hill, defying gravity. Many tell the story of a couple who died in a car accident there, and it is the ghost pushing the cars up the hill looking for his long, lost love. I sat behind Emily. Her hair would sometimes blow back and touch my knee.
She is more beautiful than I thought. Way more beautiful. It is intimidating. I can hardly speak. Her smile is so big. Her eyes so bright. And she hugged me so tight.
I am tired. So, I am going to bed. I hear her voice in the background now. I want her. I want to hear her voice for the rest of my life.
Jesus?
Father?
What is happening?
Emily, I am here. I’m a breath away. We are breathing the same air.
I want so badly to tell you something. But I’m afraid. I am afraid for once in my life I might actually mean it.
