On my way, literally. Writing this from the plane, time to destination 6 hours, 15 minutes. I spoke with her this morning, she was “running errands”, keeping herself busy until her own travel schedule kicked in. It was amazing, so relaxed and easy, just the right am ount of excitement and trepidation mixed with want, need. I said this part was easy, I’d crossed the threshold in to “airside”, all I had to do was get on the plane and wait until I was with her, easy, simple, not a problem. Outside I’m grinning and amusing, charming even, lots of pleases and thank yous, smiles and universe winning interactions. Even the girl in Boots didn’t bat an eye when I bought what I did!

“Next stop, her”

Inside, am I freaking out? Am I a mess of stomach churning and butterflies? Yeah, I am, but it’s not uncomfortable, it’s raw, real, unbridled (thank you). I’m still grinning, wedged into my window seat with a “single serving” couple sat next to me. Not had to fight my way to the bathroom yet but no doubt I will. Not so worried about using the loo, jut want to make sure I get freshened up and brush my teeth so i smell mice when I see her, press my lips on hers. Oh.. Just got butterflies pretty hard then, typing those words did it, so real. Better not go any further, could be uncomfortable.

She sounded excited, alive, in love when we spoke earlier, we were just having fun and joking around, being silly. I describing what was going on around me and she was giving comments and opinions. (Not to mention describing what she was wearing, oh my). We ran to my gate together as I thought I was late but, as is always the case, there was a wait and a line. We talked until we couldn’t, having to hang up before I breached sone kind of air flight regulation, scrabbling to my seat and desperately trying to get a signal with my phone pressed against the plane window.

We exchanged a few texts, just enough to ensure we left knowing we were both longing, wanting, needing. I’m on my way, on my way. By the time this hits the net, I’ll be on the ground, traversing the airport and international protocols to burst through the arrivals door. It’ll be like a movie slow motion love scene, at least that’s how I plan to remember it.

To my love, this last break has been a journey, incredible highs and a few lows too, I can’t believe wait to lose myself with you, to you, in you. Let’s have a few (24 plus) hours of crazy abandon, enjoying ourselves and each other, lost, unbridled, the world (universe) is ours. The axhe is over, we are together.

Universe, great work. Sniffles largely managed, traffic supportive, airport a breeze. Even the flight is pretty good. I throw myself on my knees to you. You’ve done it again.