We’ve worked so hard to get here. It will be eight months this Sunday. And to think of all the time we spent talking before that, becoming best friends. All the plane rides and six hour car rides to see each other for those bittersweet four or five days until we’d have to say goodbye for another month. Sometimes more. Sometimes less. I am so happy we will finally be able to live in the same city, no longer being denied all those little things couples happily engage in like movies and homecooked meals. We can finally go out together, make friends and memories. I love you. I’m so grateful for this new chapter in our relationship.
i love seeing this when i fly. however, i’m also really glad not to have to see it for a good while. once i’m in new orleans this month, it’s for good. and that, friends, is a fucking great feeling. i love you kait. <3
In the words of Shania Twain, “Looks like we’ve made it. Look how far we come my baby.”
I forgot I had these white plugs. Earlier when I got out of the shower, one of the tunnels Chris gave me for Christmas cracked in half. I’m still heartbroken over it. I felt I always had a piece of him with me when I wore them, which was every day.