The cure for my madness

Part 19: The arrival

The night before he was gonna come home it was so hard to fall asleep. I had so many emotions, it was impossible to relax. But I was desperate for sleep, because I was going to drive to the airport to pick him up during the following day. He refused first by saying he could take a taxi to make it easier for me. But I missed him so much that I couldn't wait to see him again. I insisted on picking him up. I really took my time to get ready to pick him. Painting on a natural face with makeup. Just shimmery eyes with glossy lips and cat eyeliner. Putting on a black blouse with a little cleavage with a simple pair of blue jeans with high heels, with half of my hair up in a small bun. I looked impatiently at my phone to see what time it was. 13.36 His plane landed at 14:30 and it was a 45 minute drive. It stressed me out a little that I wouldn't make it in time, the intense traffic could slow me down. In the car I listened to my playlist with only old songs. Songs like Your song by Elton John, The stranger by Billy Joel, Don't Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee and Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears. Just to match my happy mood. The closer I got to the airport the more nervous but also eager to finally see him in real life for a long time. I found a great place to park and started heading to the entrance of the airport. I Found myself standing next to people who were also waiting for someone. Everytime a bunch of people came out I searched for him. I had hope every time that he would stand there. It ended up being me and an old couple left who were waiting for someone. Then the last people came out, and there he was. Wearing a blue and white striped shirt with simple blue jeans with a belt. His hair has got a little longer, enough to tuck behind the ear and stay there. And having a pair of sunglasses to cover his dark brown eyes. Even though I couldn't see his eyes I knew we had eye contact.

-"Hey beautiful." He said with a big smile. Stunned to see me, looking up and down at me. Admiring every inch of me.

-"Alex..." I couldn't stop the tears that were forming in my eyes as I saw him. Desperately wrapping my arms around him, making him drop his bags. His arms automatically wrapped around me and squeezed me hard, which triggered a pain in my tattoo that hasn't fully healed yet. It forced me to let out a quiet little discomfort sigh in his ear.

-"Oh I'm sorry for squeezing you too hard. You okay?" He said as he used his thumb to dry away my tears.

-"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm so happy that you are home."

-"Mhm, me too babe. It's been torture without you." He said and kissed me.

-"Should we go home? Or are you craving some food?"

-"I'm craving you." Kissing me again, making my lips red and swollen. My cheeks slightly blushed.

Then we walked out in the spring air, slightly cold but the sun made it bearable. My heels were loud on the concrete.I helped him with his bags into the car. Then I started the car and we were on the way to my place.

-"You hungry? Should I cook some food for you when we get home?"

-"No, Dol you don't have to cook any food for me. Let's just buy some McDonalds, you already have done so much for me. Don't wanna work you out."

-"I like to take care of you though. You have had it so stressful and exhausting for a couple of weeks."

-"All I want is McDonalds and to go home and watch a movie with you."

-"Whatever you want babe." I looked over to give him a smile.

The drive felt like an eternity, but not in an annoying way. It felt good with just the two of us in the car, even though we didn't really talk that much on our way home. We just enjoyed each other's company in silence. We were both really tired as well and didn't really have the energy to socialize at that point. But it was fine though, we were comfortable enough with each other so the situation didn't feel awkward at all.