Back in the US. Tim's sister is calling this my "holiday to America".
The trip to the airport was uneventful, until that stupid "everytime you go away" song started playing on BBC2. I shut off the radio and just lost it in the car.
We got to the airport with plenty of time,and when we checked in my bags, the guy told me I didn't need to get to the gate until a half hour before boarding. Since that was almost 2 hours away, we headed to the Costa to just enjoy each other's company for a little while longer....and we talked.
Talked about how it would be so easy to walk back out the doors of Heathrow and go back to Lincoln together but how we *have* to play everything by the books, since we're aiming for keeps. Talked about getting married,and how Tim wanted to propose to me but didn't want to do it just for the sake of me getting a visa, but that he was pretty sure it's what he wants...
...and then I got back to the US, and talked to Tim for a bit. He hates his house alone now, he misses me like crazy, and he cried when he got home.
Me? I'm just as miserable, paired with still having my body on BST and barely gettin any sleep since Sunday night in Tim's arms. *sigh*
100 days until he gets here. We can do it!