Airport reminiscing on a cold Thanksgiving.

The last time I was in an airport, was when I flew to Arizona from Utah, just to be with Levi. We had only spent that week together - granted, it was a perfect week - but it was only a week. I didn't know what would happen between us. I didn't know if things would be the same, outside of the "vacation". I didn't know anything, really. Except that I wanted to be with him.

The couple days that I stayed in Utah were torture - I won't lie. Pathetic? Yes. True? Yes! Try spending every waking moment with someone you click with perfectly, who gets you, who takes the time to learn you, who talks to you, try spending every waking moment with them for an entire week [and practically another half] then go cold turkey [another term I don't quite understand, but it seems fitting given the day] to a text or two a day.

Yes, I have officially passed the point of no return. I no longer give a flying [insert foul noun here] if anybody calls me "sappy" or "cheesy" or "lovesick" or any other "I'm-so-disgusted-by-you-cause-you're-in-love-term". Call me crazy if you must, but I. COULD NOT. Live. With. Out. That. Boy. Even for only three days.

And truly it was, quite literally three days after he left Utah that I was sitting in that airport, an airport not very unlike this one. My mind racing. Going crazy just to be next to him. That was seven months ago and here we sit, together this time. Ready to head back to the place that started it all.

The part about me wanting to be with him hasn't changed a bit, the only difference now is, the question marks are gone. That's a good difference.

Happy Thanksgiving to you! I'm thankful for my life with Levi first and foremost. Everything else falls right into line after that. Enjoy your turkey!