blah: love
I have been accused of being a hopeless romantic and I embrace this title willingly. I think one of the reasons I actually enjoy airports is because it is a center for the reunion of lovers. happy sigh.
So I was at the airport twice last week and both outings proved fruitful but I want to share one particular story that I just can't get out of my head. In order for this really to work you have to imagine me telling the story, squeeling in glee and jumping in affirmation at appropriate points in the story.
...He was probably in his mid to late twenties, thin, tattoos all up his arms and neck, hair a little grimmy and long, but over all not scary looking at all. She walked up, a little blonde in one arm and a car seat and suitcase pully in the other. She was pretty but not perfect and that sort of made her perfect. As the she got closer to the car he jumped out and ran towards them. He lifted up the little one who had been put on the floor to walk on his own and there was a long exchange of I love yous, I've missed you, look at my plane daddy. She put the stuff in the car and then stood longingly at him almost bouncing in anticipation; I even heard her say 'when is it my turn' under her breath. Finally he put the little one in the car, closed the door and turned to her like she was the most breath-taking creature he had ever seen. After a deep gaze he put his arms around her and gave her a kiss. They got in the car and drove off...
Real life.. its better than movies
I have been accused of being a hopeless romantic and I embrace this title willingly. I think one of the reasons I actually enjoy airports is because it is a center for the reunion of lovers. happy sigh.
So I was at the airport twice last week and both outings proved fruitful but I want to share one particular story that I just can't get out of my head. In order for this really to work you have to imagine me telling the story, squeeling in glee and jumping in affirmation at appropriate points in the story.
...He was probably in his mid to late twenties, thin, tattoos all up his arms and neck, hair a little grimmy and long, but over all not scary looking at all. She walked up, a little blonde in one arm and a car seat and suitcase pully in the other. She was pretty but not perfect and that sort of made her perfect. As the she got closer to the car he jumped out and ran towards them. He lifted up the little one who had been put on the floor to walk on his own and there was a long exchange of I love yous, I've missed you, look at my plane daddy. She put the stuff in the car and then stood longingly at him almost bouncing in anticipation; I even heard her say 'when is it my turn' under her breath. Finally he put the little one in the car, closed the door and turned to her like she was the most breath-taking creature he had ever seen. After a deep gaze he put his arms around her and gave her a kiss. They got in the car and drove off...
Real life.. its better than movies
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