Coming home.

[provingfaiyte]

I love the days when my boyriend gets home from a work trip. It fills my heart with so much excitement and anticipation and love. I love the feeling I get when I walk up the stairs to his apartment and see him standing there peeking out his door for me. I love that first hug and kiss and the sigh of relief I feel in those safe arms. I love the lazy day that follows and our easy fun and laughter no matter what we are doing.  Don't get me wrong, I hate when he's gone for long periods of time and I miss him terribly. But those days when he comes home are like the light at the end of the tunnel.

I love this man with every ounce of me. And I'm so glad he is home even if it is only for a few days.