sure it might not seem like 24hours is a long time, but sometimes it feels it. Today it feels it.
In 24hours I should be in the arms of the person I have been wanting to hold for 4 months. over the last 4 months we have established a good solid foundation - I think, it's hard to know. but it's hard to ever know.
The space has been good & frustrating. I am doing my best not to think about friday when I return.
Today I pack, try to keep calm & distracted so that the time can pass... this is not helped by texts, but then he is deliberately not helping me, as I have the day off work, while he is hard at work, literally, figuratively, so I make deliberately wind him up with my texts, he knows I can play that game too & previously I have been known to win.
Tomorrow I think people are going to think I am a nervous flyer... sure, I'm nervous something will fuck up & I wont get there at the time I want to get there - ie on time.
One of the best things about not being 16, is knowing we will make every minute count.
