11/07/2015
And then I saw her.
For the first time in four months.
I can't exactly describe what I felt at the exact moment that my eyes met hers.
Happiness maybe? But it felt like it was much more than that.
It was the feeling of finally coming home.
Upon laying my eyes on her, I ran up to her and wrapped my arms around her.
She squeezed me tight, as I did the same to her.
We held hands as we walked out of the airport to her car, as any best friends would after months of not seeing each other.
Even as she drove me home I held onto her as tightly as I could manage as she was driving.
In the moment it didn't feel real.
I couldn't believe I was really with her.
She dropped me off at my house, but not without a ten minute hug goodbye.
I promised her I would see her again before I left two days later.
Then Saturday came and I saw her again.
She spent time with my family and I. Holding my hand any chance she got. I knew she would miss me once I left, but I knew there was no way she could miss me as much as I would miss her.
As the night came to an end and we were on our way to the airport I realized something.
This women beside me holding my hand as tight as possible was not only my best friend, but something more.
She meant more to me than a best friend.
She meant the world to me. And I still can't figure out exactly what that feeling for her was.