He FINALLY came to me to visit!! It has been about a week and a half since he left back to Italy.
He arrived here April 7 a little after 1. My dad offered to drive me to the airport and my youngest sister decided to come too. My mom and my other sister decided to stay behind and pick up some dinner.
You guys, man was I nervous waiting at the exit. I was right up front, waiting with my arms crossed. Different people kept coming through the doors. It didn't help that I didn't have my glasses on, I suck at seeing faces from afar.
I waited a good 20 minutes, until I finally saw him walking down the hall, I almost forgot how tall he is too haha
But he still looked gorgeous as ever.
I left the waiting area and hurried to him, and I hugged him sooooo so so tightly, and kissed for so long.
My dad agreed to go wait in another area so my SO and I could have our moment.

Anyway, he stayed for 3 weeks, but they flew by so quickly. It's really unbelievable how fast days go by.
We surprised him with a trip to Niagara Falls. He mentioned he'd like to go, but found out he couldn't since he didn't apply for the international dirver's license. Regardless, we still went. The great man my father is, offered to drive there. All we me and my SO had to do was pay for the gas. Good deal right??? He loved the Falls. A little cold, but worth it.

When we returned the next days were pretty busy. Starved Rock national park for some hiking. It's nothing compared to the Dolomites, but it's something.
Then off to meet almost every single one of my family members. haha So many people to remember, and he didn't even get to meet them all.

My birthday came along April 16. It was one of the best feelings to have spent my birthday with him. It's always been us celebrating through Facetime or Skype. I was such a wonderful change for once. To have him physically here, and go to a restaurant with my family and celebrate with me here. Oh and the gifts he got me were awesome. I love his method to gift-giving. He tends to get a lot of small items and gives it to me on the special day or for Christmas. Last year he gave me art supplies and his favorite book. This year he got me different organic hair care and skin care products, along with an organice eyeliner gel. He is the sweetest thing, because he definitely really listens to me. I just love all the thought he puts into his gifts. They may be small, but I absolutely adore them.

We also went shopping and to the movies together. Which I have always been wanting to go out to see a movie with him. We saw Captain America 2. Not bad.
I made homemade pizzas, which i was dying because he's an Italian, I was just embarrassed.

Then he made pizzas, and put mine to shame ahaha
It was delicious.

It was interesting and entertaining to see his reactions to all the new experience he was having here. The food, the roads, the driving, and how big everything is here in the US. He started getting frustrated with some things though. For instance, the 4-way stop sign intersections ahahah. He thought it was the stupidest thing. That it didn't make sense. Which I kind of agree with him. It's frustrating with all the a-hole drivers wanting to go first when clearly they weren't first.

His last weekend here, my godfather threw a cookout party for him. Everyone was invited. He loved the food. And of course, my godfather was pushing the tequila shots. My SO hardly ever drinks. He has drank more here than his entirely life, in a short time.


Of course, his last day here was a sad day. We spent almost a month together, so for me it didn't feel like he was leaving. But that time finally arrived, and off to the airport we went. Both my parents accompanied us. He checked in. I looked at the time, and I had to tell him that it was probably best if he goes now to get through security.

We got to the entrance, and just stopped. We were just standing there not moving, both looking down avoiding eye contact.
SO I looked up, and gave him the letter I had written the night before. Both our eyes were watery. I wanted to cry.
It's always the hardest part about LDR's. the goodbies.
I finally got the courage to be the one to say bye for now, until next time. We hugged each other for a moment, but not long. And he stops to give me this little silver bracelt. He told me he wore it when he arrived here. I tried giving him my class ring, but he wouldn't take it.

He left.
My mother was kind enough to wait with him. Because I saw him in line through the doorway. He kept moving up in the line to security.
I finally caught his eye when I was waving.
and he kept turning his head back to see me. He blew kisses to me. Finally it was his turn to go through. He turned one more time, and we both waved and kissed.

Walking back into my room that afternoon, was such an odd feeling.

It was so empty. The whole house was so empty. His luggage wasn't there anymore, or his clothes. My pillow still had his scent on it though.


The weird thing about this time is that I'm not as depressed as the first departure. It took me a month to get back to normal. I'm alright. Probably because I know everything will be alright.