It is an unexplainable, blissfully perfect feeling to be in love. Those who are in love, however, are the cheesiest, mushiest of people. So, I apologize in advance for this post.
After two short weeks (JK, those were two extremely long ass weeks), my love came home today from his vacation in Croatia.
There's something about the airport... I could just sit there all day. So I took this opportunity to leave work a bit early, grab a coffee and read my book while I waited for him to come out of the arrival gates. It was so lovely and I enjoyed every minute there, but as soon as his plane landed, I could no longer focus on my book and I was just so excited to see him. His two weeks away not only reiterated to me how grateful I am for this wonderful person and the chance we got (again) at our love story, it evoked the overwhelming love I feel for him, and him for me. Before he left, I knew exactly how I felt about him but at some point, the day-to-day routines set in and you forget to "feel your feelings" for your partner. It is a surreal reminder that no matter how much time has lapsed, no matter our history, our routine, or our comfortability, my heart still races when I see him or when I get a text message from him telling me "I'm on my way".
And as a happy side note, I cannot wait until I get to go back to visit that beautiful country. Euro 2016, anyone?