This week, it's going to be a rather personal and emotional blog, but I have some stuff I need to get out, and I feel like this might be the best place to ramble about my life, and what's going on, so forgive me...
Last Saturday, the eighth of December I walked into Billund Airport, where I was going to meet the guy I've called my boyfriend for over three months, at this point I'd never actually met him in real life before, so of course I was nervous, almost shaking, and when I couldn't find him at the airport I first thought that he hadn't come. When I heard my name being pronounced with a lovely Nothern Irish accent, I turned around and ran into his arms, Chris later asked how I felt in that moment, and my honest answer is, I felt like never letting go, even though we were standing in the middle of a crowded airport, I'd have like to stay that way, but we had to go home at some point.
It felt like the longest car-ride I've ever been on, when we finally were home, Chris and I spend half an hour before dinner just hugging, it was the strangest feeling, meeting someone for the first time and yet feeling like you belong in their arms.
Chris and I had a very nice week, we had fun, and Chris got on well with my family and friends...
Then at some point it was Saturday again, and Chris had to go home again, unlike the trip in the car from the airport, this trip seemed way too short, I'd never imagined that saying goodbye would be so difficult. When Chris told me for the third time that he had to go, gave me one last kiss and then walked of into the security area, I felt the tears coming, and when I realised he wasn't coming back, I started crying. I think maybe I didn't realise till the moment where I saw him leave, exactly how much he means to me. While Chris travelled all Saturday I was alone in my room, all cuddled up with my blanket, because I discovered that it smelled like him (it still does).
You don't miss a good thing till it's gone, isn't that what they always say?
So yeah, I miss him, but I'm going to Northern Ireland in February, so I'll probably be okay, sometime...
*hugs you*
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