I just got home from a two week stay in Leicester, UK, with various day trips to the Peak District, the Cotswolds, Birmingham, and London. I'd never even been on a plane before this, and the whole experience was just....surreal.
Halfway through the trip, I kept thinking, Alright, one week down, one to go...in so many days, I'll be a quarter of the way across the globe again...in so many days, I'll be alone again...so I was a randomly weepy wreck before I even got to the airport!
I tried to keep it together, but I was a sobbing fool at the airport. I got a few funny glances, but I just kept thinking to myself, if they really don't know why I'm crying, they have no idea what love is.
I know we'll be together again, since he's coming back to the States for the second time around Christmas to meet my family...but it's the thought that I'll be sleeping alone until then that gets to me. I still get teary when I make my own lonely cuppa in the morning, instead of a comfortable two. The heart wants what it wants...just remember, nothing matters except your love!