With Feist crooning in my ears and my pink n.a.p. travel pillow around my neck, I was comfortably seated at the exit row merely anticipating landing in 3 hours. What I didn’t expect was the random outburst caused by yours truly bearing no signs of provocation. But it happened.
Between sobs and gasps for breath, I tried to understand what triggered the unexpected. How did it take so long for me to realize I won’t be seeing the bf for a while? That we will no longer, at least in the near future, be able to do the things we’ve been taking for granted all these years. Just the sheer thought of eating Chinese takeout in front of the TV after a long day at work brings tears to my eyes.
I want nothing more than to be with him now.
In-the-moment at home pictures from not too long ago: