She came, again, to my piece of the world (universe). This time I was as prepared as I could be, there waiting, sign in hand, medical supplies and energy supplements just in case. I had some plans but didn’t know how she would be, how well she was and whether she’d just want to sleep, me mopping her feverish forehead. I was ready nonetheless.

As she stepped through the arrivals gate I melted again, grinning at her with my sign welcoming her to me, to here, to my arms. “Best sign in the airport” was a true and welcome statement. I held her in her pajamas, tight. Turns out I was trembling more than her and there was nothing wrong with me (well, nothing that could be fixed by antibiotics anyway). I could have stood there for hours, with the bustling airport going about it’s business just outside of our newly resurrected bubble but I also wanted her to myself, just us, naked or otherwise, both to be honest. Jet lag and illness had not disabled her as I had thought and a trip to something ancient and interesting was on the cards, I took her hand and we disappeared ourselves into the countryside through the winding back roads, lined with green fields and beautiful trees finding ourselves at an historical place to investigate together, the sun shining in it’s best attempt to make her feel at home, warm at least. She was home, where she belonged, in my arms. I was ecstatic. The universe came through again. Thank you for delivering her safe to me.

Protecting her from crazy waterfoul, I watched in rapture as she enjoyed everything, taking it all in, reading the facts and details as we explored together, well, she explored, I watched her light up with every site and detail , I touched stuff I wasn’t supposed (they shouldn’t put signs suggesting not to). We read ancient love letters and explored bedrooms and courtyards. Heading outside for a stroll in the grounds we found a place to sit alone and spent a dreamy time touching hands, skin on skin while we people watched and commented on the world, people, their failings and possibility of some being alien invaders, laughing at the world, telling stories of history and family, asking questions and swapping tales. That was timeless, priceless, incredible. Words fail me.

Our touches escalated, our discussions turned from innocent to flirty and beyond, she started eyeing up bushes to throw me into and have her way, fuuck, let’s get outta here. We found a pub that was about a million years old and continued our verbal explorations and clearly, she felt better than I could imagine and phase two of my plan was clearly a possibility. We headed back to the car, holding hands and swinging our arms like we were eighteen again, locking eyes and grinning the world paled again from within our bubble. Getting back in the car and running the aircon we kissed (electric), touched (earth moving) and decided, seeing as we were eighteen again we should do as teenagers do and make use of the privacy glass in the back. OH MY FUCKING GOD. She was back, with me and we were together. Grinning, sweating, trembling, we held each other before almost locking ourselves out of the running car (heart stopping) and started the journey onwards to the hotel.

It was cross country, the GPS avoiding motorways for some reason which afforded more pretty countryside, real estate and loads of time to talk. We still managed to mess around a little, no details here but you should know my next car will be an automatic.

Arriving at the hotel was familiar territory for us and they even came through giving us our requested room (seemed crazy to break a habit) thus today’s field trip was over but our adventure had restarted, the afternoon turned to night and we visited our go-to shop for supplies and, without giving the next chapter away, lost ourselves in one another anew, breaking new barriers, mentally, emotionally and physically. New escalations of our feelings and understanding of one another, breaking down walls and boundaries I hadn’t expected to on our first night together again. Fuuuck.

Note to self, we weren’t staying on five and the ice comes from the store.

My goddess, my universal partner, we seem to complete each other. You inspire me, make me vulnerable, activate me and make me strong, powerful, universally super. I need you with me, ALL.THE.FUCKING.TIME. I love you.

Universe, this must be destiny, it feels so right. You keep bringing us together and opening our hearts, minds and souls to each other. Thank you. Show me the way.