Playing with Legos with Kevin

Date: 12/29/2017

I’m at the airport waiting (impatiently) to meet Kevin Young. We will get to hang out for a while before he has to leave for Europe. I pace in the waiting area. Eventually he arrives, carrying a messenger bag. I had expected him to be carrying more, and so I am surprised. He smiles pleasantly at me. I smile back, though I’m sad because time is short. I want to spend more time with him. He knows this too, but says nothing. He lets me be and doesn’t try to cheer me up. He asks what I want to do. We decide to “work a puzzle, “ though really it’s legos. We take turns putting pieces together on one larger piece. He slides a white piece over to me, and I build. I go for a black piece, and he puts another white piece in front of me. I take it instead. We have the beginnings of a Star Wars space ship. I start to cheer up a little, but soon our time together is up. He says goodbye. He seems to want to say more, but chooses not to. He smiles again at me, then heads to another area where he meets Josiah and Andrew before getting on his plane. It is headed for Scotland. I watch the plane taxi down the runway. I know I will get to spend time with him later, and that offers me some comfort, but still I’m a little sad that the time went by so quickly. I wish I had time for the others, but if I could only spend time with one, then it would be Kevin (which I did get to do). I head back to the waiting area. On the way I meet two ladies and talk to them for a bit. They keep calling me “sweetie.” They don’t know who Kevin is. They ask about him after reassuring me that he will be back. They seem to think that we are in a relationship together. I find that a little interesting, and tell them that I am not worried about whether he will come back. I know he will. I know I will get to spend more time with him. I consider telling them that it’s not like that. He is a musician whose music is very important to me, he has a family of his own, and I just hang out with him from time to time, but decide that they would read too much into it and be gossipy. I let them think what they want to think. I walk away. Besides, its not really Kevin anyway. It’s my Angel who has chosen to appear physically like Kevin. I would recognize that presence anywhere. He will be back. He never leaves, just goes incognito. Dream repeats itself two or three times before I finally wake up in the morning.