25 days.

25 days. I can't believe I'm meeting him in 25 days. I don't think I'll believe this is real until I get to the airport. I'm so excited and so nervous.

I just can't wait to finally know what it feels like to be wrapped in his arms, to feel his breath on my neck, to feel him between the palms of my hands. Real, tangible, alive. I can't wait to be able to say good morning without touching my computer. I can't wait to share our first hug, first kiss, the first time we look into each others eyes with nothing to say, the first "I love you" whispered into an ear, the first night next to each other, the first picture together, and, yes, even the first goodbye.

We'll part from each other with memories and an idea of what life will be like when we're finally together. We'll part knowing every contour and expressioin of the others face, we'll know the texture of the others hand and how it fits with our own, we'll know the heat of the others lips and the feel of our bodies next to each other. We'll part knowing what life with the other is like, instead of just the view from the other end of a webcam.

The last stretch

In one month it will be the 14th of November. The day before I meet him. Everything is booked. All that's left to do is countdown. I'm getting really excited and really nervous. The anticipation is exciting... but it's been so prolonged... I just want to meet him. We've been planning this since 5 months ago. We started the countdown at 160 days. And now we're at 32. The days are moving quickly now. I'm excited! I can't wait to finally be in his arms!