A Surreal Reunion
It’s been a shit day coming home for Christmas. Every possible thing to go wrong did go wrong. However, as a believer in fate, I also believe that things going wrong mean good things coming ahead.
Because my plane landed with record delay I had to eat my first meal of the day at midnight in the bus home. I was done and fell asleep for most of the bus ride.
When I woke up at the final stop and saw you waiting for me, I started feeling better. You were wearing a suit and were so damn cute. An enormous statement-beard you’ve grown over the past weeks was embracing your face. You were here. It all felt unreal after two months living abroad.
It was so late that no public transport was in service in this podunk town we call home. So, we walked to my apartment and even though it was cold and snowing, none of that mattered anymore. Graz is so much more romantic in the winter than Berlin, I’ll give it that. I have almost forgotten what your physical presence feels like and how happy it makes me.
When we were first dating, I had a hard time being open and vocal about how I feel about you. I didn’t wanna rub my happiness in other people’s faces. Honestly, I didn’t know where we were going and if I was along for the ride. Now I now that I wanna share a ride with you wherever it takes us.
Even now when I’m back alone in Berlin with you at home I know that it will work out. I miss you but it’s not gonna be long until I lay next to you in bed snoring in your ears. Promise.