We stood at the airport curbside, hugging and kissing, me saying goodbye to him yet again, him getting ready to hop onto yet another plane. A surprisingly smiley airport worker (they're usually so grim and miserable) saw us and exclaimed, "You two must be newlyweds the way you're acting!" I blushed; too much PDA, perhaps, but who cares, he was leaving and I was sad. And secretly I was excited to hear that comment.
When we first met, I told him of my unwillingness to be in yet another long distance relationship. For inexplicable reasons, the past few guys I have dated have all been from afar and I was tired of it. Absolutely sick of the airports, the flights, the coordination, the long periods of time apart, the horrendous mobile phone bills... so I said, no, no more of that. He looked at me and said I was stupid. He didn't understand how I could ostracize myself from so many possibilities simply because I wanted my future partner to come from within a particular geographic vicinity. But I just dismissed his arguments and stood my ground. I figured I wouldn't see him often and that I wouldn't make the effort to, either.
When we first met, I told him of my unwillingness to be in yet another long distance relationship. For inexplicable reasons, the past few guys I have dated have all been from afar and I was tired of it. Absolutely sick of the airports, the flights, the coordination, the long periods of time apart, the horrendous mobile phone bills... so I said, no, no more of that. He looked at me and said I was stupid. He didn't understand how I could ostracize myself from so many possibilities simply because I wanted my future partner to come from within a particular geographic vicinity. But I just dismissed his arguments and stood my ground. I figured I wouldn't see him often and that I wouldn't make the effort to, either.
But he kept returning. And he kept returning. And he kept coming back, staying longer, and together we made more memories, shared more laughs, until one day I realized that the only person I wanted to get to know more was him. He became worth the hassle, distance and all.
So here we are. I still hate airports. I still vehemently dislike being in a long distance relationship, but I am immeasurably happy with him. And now I have a reason to smile to myself because when I think about him, I am reminded that every now and then it might be worth it to be wrong.
*wipes tear away*.
ReplyDeletei adore watching couples like you at airports. not because of the inevitable sadness, but because it tells me that love and hope are still alive and well. so happy you're happy, doll <3
you know, i love this entry. reminds me of all the times spent hugging and kissing before a long haul flight away from the ex. but unlike you, i adore airports; its the place that brings about my next adventure!
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