As I write this I am sitting inside an airport in Maine, waiting for a delayed flight to Chicago, only to board another delayed flight to my home in California. All day long it has been lingering in the back of my mind. Today's the day we part ways and return to the distance.
It really hit home as soon as I had gotten through security.. Right as I had finished putting my shoes, my belt, and all my belongings back into place, I felt the first of many tears run down my face. I made my way over to my terminal, found a seat with an outlet for my laptop that did not have too many people around, tossed my hoodie over my head and grabbed my laptop all the while attempting to deafen my sobs. I'm not a man who cries often, not by any means.
Shes just so amazing, and I am madly in love with her.
I was so nervous going on this trip to meet her face to face for the first time. I have gotten to know this woman so well over the last 6 months. How was I to know what kind of expectations she had of me? How was I to know if I would be able to live up to any of them? I know that similar thoughts had plagued her mind as well.. though I had already knew that she would be just as awesome in person..
As it turns out, neither of us had any reason to be nervous. We had an amazing time, even though we didn't do anything major. Well, I should really rephrase that. We didn't do anything others would see as major. However, to the two of us, just being together was the most wonderful thing. Holding her in my arms, kissing her on the forehead. Cuddling up and playing some video games or watching a movie. Or simply just driving around, with no real final destination in mind. It didn't matter what we were doing, as long as we were doing it together.
I miss her so much. I am so heartbroken right now as I write this, wearing my hoodie in the corner of the airport terminal. Heartbroken, in the best of ways imaginable.
It really hit home as soon as I had gotten through security.. Right as I had finished putting my shoes, my belt, and all my belongings back into place, I felt the first of many tears run down my face. I made my way over to my terminal, found a seat with an outlet for my laptop that did not have too many people around, tossed my hoodie over my head and grabbed my laptop all the while attempting to deafen my sobs. I'm not a man who cries often, not by any means.
Shes just so amazing, and I am madly in love with her.
I was so nervous going on this trip to meet her face to face for the first time. I have gotten to know this woman so well over the last 6 months. How was I to know what kind of expectations she had of me? How was I to know if I would be able to live up to any of them? I know that similar thoughts had plagued her mind as well.. though I had already knew that she would be just as awesome in person..
As it turns out, neither of us had any reason to be nervous. We had an amazing time, even though we didn't do anything major. Well, I should really rephrase that. We didn't do anything others would see as major. However, to the two of us, just being together was the most wonderful thing. Holding her in my arms, kissing her on the forehead. Cuddling up and playing some video games or watching a movie. Or simply just driving around, with no real final destination in mind. It didn't matter what we were doing, as long as we were doing it together.
I miss her so much. I am so heartbroken right now as I write this, wearing my hoodie in the corner of the airport terminal. Heartbroken, in the best of ways imaginable.
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