It's been a few months, almost a year since you've seen her. The x's on the calendar mark each day she's been gone, totaling to 216. It became a nervous habit more than a countdown after a week or two. The apartment felt empty and filled with white noise instead of the bubbling laughter and warmth it was before. She spends her time there instead of at her own home. Every time she stayed at home, she felt a void, but when she was here, she felt at least an ounce of comfort.
But today was the day. She'd be coming in through Dules International from Guatemala. You've called to check the time about five times already, but the phones are busy. Anxiety bubbles in your stomach. The airport is 40 minutes way, so you decide to leave now.
But before you go, you put on the best clothes you have. You know first impressions are the most important, and even though it's certainly not the first time you're seeing her, it feels like it is.
The drive there feels hectic even though there isn't a lot of traffic. You want to put your foot down on the petal and go as fast as you can to just, be there already, but you don't, you know your limit. Also those boots you're driving in won't let you do much of everything.
When you get there, you park in the closest spot and almost run out of the car. Thank God you locked it. Although you can't run in those fucking boots because you most certainly break your ass and you curse yourself for thinking getting dressed up would even change anything in the first place, you walks as fast as you can.
And when you get into the terminal, walk in a fast pace to the arrivals board. It's broken, it's glitching. Your anxiety is heightened ten-fold. What if you can't find her? What if she thinks you never came to pick her up? You couldn't live with that right now. So you find another potentially useful way of figuring out, and go to the help desk.
The man on the phone barely registers your question and puts a hand up to silence you. You can't deal with this petty bullshit, so instead of yelling, you thank whatever God is up in the sky, and open up your jacket to reveal your fancy strapless pink corset-like shirt. It was supposed to be a surprise for her, but you're a bit desperate right now.
And as your reveal your half covered chest to this nameless man, a familiar voice peaks into your conscious, and you're so scared you flinch and turn around in record time.
And there she is. Smile on her face.
You've missed it more than anything.