Noah
I get to the airport an hour early, too nervous to sit still in the suite any longer, and I spend the whole wait pacing near the arrivals gate, running through everything I want to say, hoping I don't lose my nerve the second I actually see him.
When he finally comes through the gate, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, exhaustion evident in the set of his shoulders despite the small, uncertain smile he offers when he spots me, something in my chest cracks wide open, all my careful rehearsed words evaporating instantly.
"Hey," he says, stopping a few feet away, like he's not sure yet how close he's allowed to get.
"Hey." I close the distance myself, needing to feel him solid and real instead of just a voice on the phone. "I missed you. So much."
"Missed you too." He drops his bag
