In 20 hours or so, You will kiss me on the forehead. We will have listened to Ed Sheeran’s new album twice through, deciding that perhaps Barcelona is our favourite song.

In 22 hours or so, You will kiss me by surprise in front of some deer in a London park in the cold.
For the very first time.
Somehow I will have spent a whole day waiting for it and still wont expect it.

In 3 days, I’ll realize I might just be in over my head with how I feel about what’s happening here.

In 4 days, I’ll accept that I was in over my head from the day we met.

But now, sitting opposite You at the airport, I might feel the most tired, most sparkly and most alive I can remember feeling…

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I think I’ll always love airports for the rest of my days.

They remind me of us.

And of coming home to myself.

x

LD

[An Excerpt from something very exciting in the works]