12 hours left. I'm here on our island, waiting for him. He's staying over at a friend's place tonight, because it's closer to the airport and he has an early flight. First flight available.

I'm so hard on him sometimes. Much harder than he deserves. In truth, no man has ever made me as happy as he has. His love is true and consistent. He's never doubted me. And he's never been afraid of the distance.

I am hard work. Ridden with traumas and insecurities, and depression. But I'm learning, every time I lapse I learn about the extent of my love for him, and his love for me. And what he knows is he'd be hard pressed to find this kind of devotion in someone else. Which ever way I am, I'm utterly his.

12 hours. MFEO.