no really, my name is Trixie

This and many more are continuing. I’m happy that I had that past with you. Toast toast to us both getting better.

I’m not ready. Neither is he. I can’t help to think that this love story would have been a great one, but we both aren’t ready…aren’t ready. Here’s a toast to the future us.

“Are you afraid of falling in love with me?”

“I already am falling…”

It’s an interesting thing to feel about the airport. That sense of “home” with another person when you’re dropping or picking him up.

I did this a few months back. He’s all dressed in his suit. I’m in a summery dress. I dropped him off the airport. Did a quick peck on the cheek and a long hug proceeded. he wasn’t leaving long but he was missed during those days. I ended up not picking him up at the airport due to circumstances. But that one incident felt like “home”. The aspect that you were there for them when they needed you. I was able to somehow help the person that I loved on a simple task such as dropping him off at the airport. As insignificant as it may sound, I will cherish that moment.

And now, here I am waiting in the office until it’s time to pick another boy. Things have changed with my relationships. And somehow, as quick as our relationship started to build, I was happy to pick him up at the airport when you requested it. Last night, the boy (whose phone is dead) called me to just hear my voice. He could have waited another 24 hours to hear me and see me, but no he desperately needed to hear my voice last night as he said. I cannot wait til I see him; big hugs and kisses…holding hands. I’ve been giddy all day about it.

I only have two stories about the airport but I’m hoping that there are more to come.