My Missing Puzzle Piece

Here you are again. Another town, another checkin, another gate, another boarding pass.

It is familiar to you, always on the road – or flying to be exact- but recently you can't shake that feeling that you leave a part of you in every step you take.

You've always had that need to travel, try to find your missing puzzle piece, discover other places, meet new people and enjoy every second you have abroad. For as long as you can remember that what you've always wanted. What defined the way you live, you feel, you breathe.

Since high school and college ended you left all the drama behind you, never looking back. You promised yourself not to do those same mistakes again. You left the burden of the perfect image you tried to build, this same image that you never find yourself fit in. Just a look in the mirror and you knew that the little girl who desperately wanted to bring attention to her is not who you are anymore.

So it all began like this, one morning you woke up and felt all the weight you had on your shoulders go away. You packed your stuff, went to the airport and kept waiting for the first flight to be announced. That's it, that itch that you needed to scracth went out of the window, the air didn't feel like burning your lungs anymore, your body didn't feel heavy anymore, your heart was beating again. The adrenaline of the unknown, the adventure was taking the lead of your path, it began your motto, the guide of your soul.

So for 5 years and more, you traveled, met people and discovered places that you thought you would only see in books or movies. You grew up little by little and enjoyed every moment of it. It was easy, it was a light way of living. Living day by day and working here and there but always helping people around.

So here you are again, leaving a country where you spent a few months living there and helping people you met, from little things like give a hand with the shop, give classes to kids or help rebuild a house destroyed by the paw of the excessive desire for power from a small crooked politician desperate for magnitude. With those experiences, you've learnt that money only makes you greedy but that the things we get in life can make us a living, the things we give to people can make a life. You don't help others to have something in return, you're far from the way your father behave, your goal is to find happiness not drown yourself with futile things.

So here you are again, waiting for your flight to be announced, remembering the things you've done and wondering if you will be able to give as much news to the people you met as you can. Over those years, you only kept contact with a few people, only one constant in your life bugging you to give more than one mail or snapchat per month : the fiery latina that you hated but grew to love during your odd long relationship. But still, you're not good with all the 'give news, what about you ?'. It's a shame you know because you'd like to know what became the nice guy that let you live in his house for 3 months or where the cute English girl, who bought you a drink in London just to be friendly – no pun intended- because she saw you had a rough day, is. Or what that nice Polish couple who helped you during your stay is doing next : travel around ? find a job ? get married ? All those questions that you know you had to take care of and take time to ask.

Daydreaming about all the laughs, parties, meals, heart to heart confessions that you made with all those people around the world brings a smile on your face and also makes you wonder if you'll be home soon.

Yes, all those things are familiar to you but this feeling that you can't shake ? It's new. You try to remember when you cross the line between the fact that 'when you are home you want out' to 'you're away and you'd be lying saying that you don't miss home'. You traveled a lot and right now it all seems that you reach an end to your runaway. You still want to move and help other people and discover all those cultures but right now ? Right now as you are going to take your seat in that flight you only want to know if the beauty tanned skin girl would be at the other side of the gates, waiting for you to come home.

It's weird to finally pin what that feeling is, give it a name. It's not that shocking because deep down, you know that she was always by your side, keeping track on you, making you smile with her salacious jokes and her grumpy attitude. Yes, as far as you are from one another, she kinda still seem right next to you. She's not so far indeed, caring her in your heart.

You know you should take some rest but your thoughts are all over the place. She always tells you 'I'm not your freaking driver Fabray, you can bring your ass over home by yourself', despite her big mouth, she's always at the other side, waiting for you. She might feign to be blase but by looking her in the eye, you know she'd rather be here than anywhere else. And it warms your heart. You let your mind wander to the premises of your romantical soul and can't help but feel like your return has nothing to be ashamed compared to the grand Hollywood gesture or when a soldier comes back to his lover, because all in all, it's that much special to you and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

When the plane will land you know that you'll have a bright smile on your face and heart pounding against your chest.

You've crossed a lot of oceans, seas, mountains, boarders and you've watched many maps in your life but as you see her again, after all these months, the only thing that you can assure knowing more than the back of your hand are the curves of her body, each part of skin that you cherished and mapped in your head. Her smirk, her big chesnut eyes, her dark locks and that smocky voice that sends shivers through your entire body and shoots heat to your core, you love them way too much.

You'll land and you know that once you'll find her in the middle of the crowd everything will fade around you. Traveling might have been the way you lived and breathed but Santana is your oxygen, undeniably so. You might feel light and free when you're up for a new mission but in her arms, you're alive. No words can do justice to describe the way you feel but each time you come back, it's like falling in love again.

She gonna tell you that she missed you and you'll answer that you did miss her too. Her perfume and the way she'll hug you will sweep you off of your feet. You're a goner for those moments.

It's been a long time abroad and that feeling has been stronger and stronger over the months, you know that it's finally time to admit your feelings, you stopped chasing someone who was chasing someone else, you're done dancing around your feelings for the beautiful girl waiting at the airport each time you decide to come home, she's no more in a relationship she thought was forever with your blue eyed blonde bubbly friend. You've crossed the world, you're a grown up and feel damn well in your shoes now, the pink haired rebel and perfect Yale A-student are in the past, you're the happiest you've ever been, the only thing that you need is for her to be a whole part in your life.

In a few hours the thousand miles apart will be gone, you'll be in front of your missing puzzle piece. You'll take a chance by pouring your heart to the one and only Santana Lopez.

And finally, Finally you'll be complete …