>>4802878I wish I could've been there. I can just imagine looking around the event trying to spot the only wrestler I want to see. The only name there that matters to me, and then I'd see her. Alone. Waiting. Every face in the room would disappear at the very moment. Every chair, table, poster and fan could've become mist and I wouldn't even have noticed. I'd have tunnel vision on her. As I walked into her line and we made eye contact I can already see her mood lift. That warm smile stretch across her face. She'd wave at me, an invitation to move forward, and I'd wave back, scared to even take a step. It's odd, I've wanted this moment my entire life and yet I know when I'm face to face I'll be so nervous. Every second would feel like an hour as I walked towards her. I'd feel my heart racing and butterflies in my tummy the size of eagles. I'd be so scared. Drowning in thought. What should I say? How should I stand? Where should my hands be? Can I really handle eye contact? Every thought would be pouring into my mind at once. It'd be too much. Like trying to fill a water balloon at the base of a waterfall. I'd breathe so heavy. Pant. Panic. Tense up and freeze. I'm already right across from her but It'd all just be too much. In that moment I'd want to sprint away as fast as I can. Give up on chasing this stupid dream and just go for a woman more in my league. A woman less beautiful than her. Less successful. Less perfect. And before I could even open my mouth to apologize for wasting her time or turning my feet to leave she'd grab my hand. I'd look down and feel her warm hands around mine. Calming and soothing. She'd look me in the eye and smile. That's all I'd need. Every feeling of doubt and anxiety would fade. Every doubt I ever had about us would dissipate. Every fear I had would disappear. And then, I'd squeeze her hands and tell her what I've been wanting to tell her since the first day I saw her. "I love you, Koguma" :)
