The sound of the chiming clock as the hours go past, chiming so all I can hear are the hours counting down too fast.
Loudly reminding me that it's almost that time again, it's almost that time to go back home to reality.
Another trip to the airport; the love/hate relationship we have with that place.
Another lonesome plane ride, another few salty tears trickling down my face, another tissue mopping them up because his t-shirt is no longer in my grasp.
Longing for the next plane trip to come around and cheer us both up but dreading the one that follows.
But to see the smile on his face and feel his arms around me is worth the wait and the countless hours we spend apart.