LOVE IS A COWBOY - kelsea ballerini
The remainder of Louis's stay unfolded like a dream woven with snuggles, sleepovers, and a plethora of kisses, immersing me in a cocoon of love. It was as if reality itself had taken a backseat to this idyllic chapter of my life. The mere thought that my boyfriend was living with me, allowing me to pursue my passions while navigating the labyrinth of teenage existence, felt surreal. But, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.
With the arrival of August and September, the inevitable specter of departure loomed over us. The day, laden with an air of sorrow, finally arrived when the borders reopened, signaling Louis's return home. Desperation clung to me; I would have given anything to defy the impending separation. However, the harsh reality dictated that we couldn't simply dive into a fairy tale where we moved in together and lived happily ever after.
Amid tearful goodbyes shared by my parents and siblings, I opted for a more private farewell with Louis. The journey to the airport echoed with the melodies of my unreleased songs, a futile attempt to drown out the impending farewell. Conversations about navigating the challenges of long-distance relationships filled the car, attempting to arm us against the impending storm. Pulling up to the drop-off zone, I reluctantly let go, knowing that if I ventured inside, I might never leave.
As Louis retrieved his bags, our tearful smiles masked the impending ache. In a tight embrace, he lifted me off my feet, a moment I wished could stretch into eternity. Eventually, we parted, and as our lips connected for the last time in a while, a unique sadness lingered. "I love you, so much," I whispered, fighting back the tears that threatened to cascade. "I love you most," he replied, the words hanging in the air like a bittersweet melody.
As he walked away, I stood by the car, watching until he vanished through the airport doors. A sudden turn made me hopeful - was he coming back? But it was just a heartfelt shout of love, echoing through the distance until he disappeared from view.
Observing him walk away felt like a relentless heartbreak. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, drowning in the scent that lingered on the fabric. The drive home remained silent; even the radio seemed inadequate to fill the void. My phone buzzed incessantly with his messages, a digital lifeline that only intensified the ache.
my love 🫀 going through security!
my love 🫀 checking my bag
my love 🫀 getting your drink from dunkin :(
my love 🫀 my heart is breaking
my love 🫀 made it to my gate
my love 🫀 waiting
my love 🫀 missing you
my love 🫀 i wish you could come with me
my love 🫀 do you think you can fit in my suitcase?
my love 🫀 youre so far away now
my love 🫀 im stalking your location
my love 🫀 starting to board
my love 🫀 turning phone on airplane mode, will update asap!
my love 🫀 i love you darling x
I pulled into my driveway. Turned off the engine. Sat. Cried.
i love you, text me when you can <3
