#willyoubemyne

This might be a bit too long for you, so feel free to give up on reading whenever.

So have you couples who haven't met each other yet ever think things like, "oh god will they hate my scent? Will I hate theirs? What if seeing me up close will gross them out?" Literally the moment I saw Will standing there at the baggage claim area at the airport, I forgot about all those thoughts. All I could remember was thinking, "IT'S HIM. IT'S FINALLY HIM." I was so overwhelmed by the thought that all I could do was hug him. We didn't have the airport kiss that everyone dreams about, and that's totally okay. We definitely made up for it.

Of course we had made plans beforehand to watch movies and go shopping and go eating, but plans change. Instead of going to a fancy dinner, we ended eating wings in our t-shirts and shorts to celebrate our one year anniversary. It felt right. We aren't fancy and we liked it that way. 

The more time I spent with him, the more I learned to adapt to having him around, which was easier than I thought. We finished each other's sentences as much as we did with each other's sandwiches (literally!). Will and I became a "We" on this trip and I got to show him the world I lived in, the culture I grew up with. From what I can tell, he loved the food. 

From the webcam, all I saw were dark brown eyes, but up close, I marveled at the flicks of green that lightened the earthy brown in his eyes.

I got a chance to wake him up in the morning with a kiss and fall asleep on his chest with his arms around me every night. I got to go on a roller coaster with him where I heard him scream "I love you" over at me as we looped in the sky. We cuddled and watched tv shows and movies just as we dared to dream over this past year.

And as my dear friend Diana said to me, Will and I are "in sync" and every joke that I start off saying ends with the both of us finishing the punchline. We connected on every single level.

This past week has been magic and this following week will be tragic. As I drove away from the airport tonight to drop him off for his trip home, I reached over to the passenger's seat only to find an empty spot where I used to hold his hand, where he would kiss the back of my hand every time I squeezed twice (we had some kind of code in hand squeezes).