I wanted nothing more than to turn around and grab him. To pull him close and kiss him again and again. Right there in the middle of everything. Busy people running to their planes. I wanted to hold him tight and not let go. But I didn’t. Because if I did it would have hurt so badly to let go. I can’t help wishing for that one last kiss again and again. How sweet will it be once I get that blissful hello kiss, accompanied by the fact I’ll never have to kiss him goodbye for that long ever again.
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