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Things are finally falling back into place. After a month of wishing, daydreaming, wasting away, lusting, and despairing, things are finally going to get fixed.
All will again be fine. I'll be happy and productive and Devon will finally give me a break from crying and protesting certain things that I usually don't do with him.
The sliding door opens and closes, opens and closes, opens and closes, and the person or persons that walk through are always people I don't recognise and mean nothing to me.
I get restless, but more than bouncing my leg and occasionally getting up, walking around and leaning back I can't really do. Those gestures in no way reflect how I actually feel.
My eyes are glued to the door that is still sliding first left and then right, and when it's somebody's turn again to walk through, it slides left and then right. And left and right. And left and right. I've been staring at it for so long that I get a nauseuous feeling in my stomach and I see no other way out than to stop following the door's movenent so religiously.
I wait for what feels like an eternity and I'm sure that when I'll be leaving the place, my hips will need to be replaced urgently. Kind of hard to thrust if they keep squeaking and dislocating.
When my stomach calms down, I immediately return to my look out post where I stubbornly remain. People bump into me and I barely budge, I don't even give them a nasty glare that I usually would because what if I miss it!
When my heart has given up and almost extinguished the flame of excitement , it erupts like a volcano when the next person's clueless facial expression when they walk through the door, changes into my favourite bubbly smile in the whole wide world and as their eyes stop on me.
My heart flutters so hard that I fear it might fly out of my body, and whether I like it or not, the smile could not be held back under any circumstance.
The initial slow steps that she took as she walked through the door turn into a sprint in my direction, the luggage flying around uncontrollably behind her until she crashes into me with an all-embracing and jittery hug.
She almost knocks me down, and the moment that she's back in my arms, I clasp around her like a flytrap. The scent of her hair that is so familiar and calming to me immediately spikes up my happiness level, like it's some kind of a drug, and I tighten my grip around her.
"I missed you so much," I whisper and kiss her hair as I'm still hugging her close and feeling her hands grip onto me for dear life.
She tears her cheek away from my chest and looks up with a big bubbly smile and slightly teary eyes. "I missed you too. I'm so glad I'm back."
She makes a nudging gesture with her chin and nose, which is basically her sign that she's too short to do it herself and means that she demands a kiss. That I obviously oblige, but only with a soft, society-accepting peck because if she gave me any more freedom, I'd straight-up devour her right here at the airport.
She gladly accepts the kiss and then adds three more to it and the quick pecks all around my face, while giggling happily.
"Okay, okay," I laugh at her attack as well, and though my hands try to stop her, I am really relishing this. One month of not seeing her or going out with her is a long damn time.
She gives me another tight squeeze when I get her hands off of my face, and she sighs dreamily.
Caressing her back during that time, I murmur, so intimately that only she can hear me: "How about we head home?"
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