it’s been awhile…

there’s a quiet kind of joy that bubbles up when you know your person is finally coming home. not the kind that shouts or dances around — though I’ll probably be doing that too — but the kind that settles in your chest and makes everything feel a little lighter, a little more right.

it’s been a long time. too many mornings waking up to an empty side of the bed, too many evenings wishing i could share the simple things — a funny text, a new recipe gone terribly wrong, a sunset that didn’t feel quite as beautiful without them standing next to me. we filled the distance with phone calls, voice notes, and blurry video chats. But let’s be honest — nothing compares to the real thing. nothing compares to home, and home has always been them.

i’ve already started picturing the reunion a hundred different ways: how i’ll run (or trip) toward them at the airport, how we’ll probably cry and laugh at the same time, how we’ll stay up too late that first night just catching up on everything and nothing at all. i keep thinking about the mornings ahead — slow ones with coffee and sleepy smiles — and the spontaneous weekend plans, the long drives with no destination, the comfort of just being near each other again.

but mostly, i’m just thinking about the feeling. that warmth that only they bring. the kind that makes the world feel whole again.

soon. so soon. and this time, i’m not counting the days apart — i’m counting all the memories we’re about to make.