After three long, dark, and down right miserable years I finally met my handsome man in person. I can't even begin to describe how amazing this visit was. It was 4 days long but it felt like a week. Everything went perfect.. until it was time for him to leave. We went and explored Tennessee a bit, had some amazing smoothies, "watched" some movies, and cuddled a bunch. Everything we did felt normal and like we'd never had such a distance between us. I finally got my wish of seeing our height difference (which was amazing because my face buried so easily into his chest). We had our first kiss.. And many after. We even fell asleep in each other's arms a few times. The only bad thing that came of this trip was driving him to the airport. Long story short.. It sucked, I never want to do that again. Practically driving your love off and shipping it away is not the most uplifting thing I've ever done. But I do know that this means it's going to be my turn to come out to him, meeting his family and friends, clean his dirty truck, and make more great memories. As if I didn't say it enough while he was here, Babe.. I love you more than anything in this whole damn world. All I'll ever need is you and your love to get me through this life. Thank you for the dances, the kisses, the hugs, the cuddles, and the shirt I dirtied up from crying. I'm sorry we didn't get more time, but I promise to get to you as soon as I possibly can. I don't want to waste a second getting to you. I hope we make 10 times the memories we did while you were here. I love you more and more everyday @californiacountry . You're my handsome dork, don't you forget that.
