Sleeping in the airport, waiting for my flight to Trujillo, I was awkwardly draped across the chairs (Can they ever make airport chairs comfy?), I was comforted by the thought that you were holding me. I woke up a while later, surprised I wasn't wrapped in your arms, our white comforter over us, and I felt a thick lump of sadness in my throat.
And although the possibilities are endless, I'm stuck in that transit hell that always drags me down, and I can't think of anything but how much I miss you, how you really make everything better, how we don't necessarily need to explore the world when we have the world in each others' arms
But we do and we will.