My SO and I met for the first time March 8th till the 19th.
Or so it was suppose to be.
The visit was absolutely amazing. There was no awkwardness or anything in the first hours together. We were completely comfortable. Or as much as he could be. We were together the whole time except to go to the bathroom or take a shower. Or when I would go walk American Idol with my mother as he did -some- homework and or some kind of computer work until he joined us on the couch.
When March 19th came around we had to take him to the airport by 7pm. We left and got there a little after 6pm. We thought we were fine. I hugged him and kissed him and we said goodbye and we left our separate ways. I turned my DS on and bit my lip so I wouldn't cry in front of my parents. 20 minutes later we went to Salvation Army for some shopping and I wondered around the store alone with tears in my eyes. When I calmed down I found my mom and we looked at clothes. My SO sends me a FB message, which goes to my phone and asks "Do you have my phone?" my heart dropped and went into panic mode. A bit after, he sends me another saying that he missed his flight, because of security taking too long and us leaving too late. He missed his flight by two minutes. So, a little more than a half hour later we finally arrive at the airport to pick him up. He booked a flight for 3pm the next day, Sunday. We spent our extra night cuddled up on the couch watching a movie alone. It was nice<3
The 20th, the next day, we woke early to a rainy day with thunder and all. We left two hours early and we had to say goodbye all over again. On the ride I was fine... kind of. I couldn't look at our intertwined fingers. I was fine though. Until I saw the airport. I choked up, but no tears. We get out of the car and embrace and I felt horrible. I felt the lump in my throat when our lips touched and couldn't get the words goodbye out. I smiled and waved as he walked away. I cried on the way home, playing my DS, the pounding rain drowning out my sniffles. I calmed down long enough to get into the house and into my room where I broke down and cried hugging the pillow that smelled like him.
I'm crying right now having just typed this out. I think about it all the time since that day. I had to type it out somewhere.
Has anyone else had to go through two goodbyes in two days?
Or so it was suppose to be.
The visit was absolutely amazing. There was no awkwardness or anything in the first hours together. We were completely comfortable. Or as much as he could be. We were together the whole time except to go to the bathroom or take a shower. Or when I would go walk American Idol with my mother as he did -some- homework and or some kind of computer work until he joined us on the couch.
When March 19th came around we had to take him to the airport by 7pm. We left and got there a little after 6pm. We thought we were fine. I hugged him and kissed him and we said goodbye and we left our separate ways. I turned my DS on and bit my lip so I wouldn't cry in front of my parents. 20 minutes later we went to Salvation Army for some shopping and I wondered around the store alone with tears in my eyes. When I calmed down I found my mom and we looked at clothes. My SO sends me a FB message, which goes to my phone and asks "Do you have my phone?" my heart dropped and went into panic mode. A bit after, he sends me another saying that he missed his flight, because of security taking too long and us leaving too late. He missed his flight by two minutes. So, a little more than a half hour later we finally arrive at the airport to pick him up. He booked a flight for 3pm the next day, Sunday. We spent our extra night cuddled up on the couch watching a movie alone. It was nice<3
The 20th, the next day, we woke early to a rainy day with thunder and all. We left two hours early and we had to say goodbye all over again. On the ride I was fine... kind of. I couldn't look at our intertwined fingers. I was fine though. Until I saw the airport. I choked up, but no tears. We get out of the car and embrace and I felt horrible. I felt the lump in my throat when our lips touched and couldn't get the words goodbye out. I smiled and waved as he walked away. I cried on the way home, playing my DS, the pounding rain drowning out my sniffles. I calmed down long enough to get into the house and into my room where I broke down and cried hugging the pillow that smelled like him.
I'm crying right now having just typed this out. I think about it all the time since that day. I had to type it out somewhere.
Has anyone else had to go through two goodbyes in two days?
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