I thought I would be filled with nothing but excitement and happiness, and I am, just not most of the time.
Instead I am feeling...
A little anxious. Nervous. A little lost. A little insecure.
I'm not 100% sure why.
What will it be like when I meet him at the airport?
Here's how it goes down in my head...
I am waiting at the gate with all the other people meeting other people. I am standing there all dolled up. In a carefully planned outfit, hair ironed and make-up done. Lashes curled. I see him round the corner. He looks tired from his long flight, but effortlessly sexy. Eyes sleepy, hair tousled. Carrying his bags. He sees me, I am smiling like mad. He nears me, and we have this perfect kiss. Just as perfect as our first kiss back in January. He says something perfect, I say something perfect.
But what if something goes wrong?
I look weird in my outfit. I smell. I'm so nervous I can't hold it together. He's grumpy. He looks strange. He smells. He doesn't smile. I trip. He trips. Someone robs him when he kisses me. He doesn't kiss me. We don't know what to say. It's awkward.