It is Friday evening. I am at the air port. I actually survived a class room of teenagers anxious and restless to begin their Spring Break. I was and am just as anxious and restless to begin my break. The sound of flight arrivals and departures blare over the sound system. I got here too early. Through the large windows I can see planes arrive and depart. Again, I check my phone.I see Hae-in’s flight number. At the moment it is on time. Hae-in has been in the air for over 20 hours. It has been a long 20 hours for me. My imagination has been running down scary tracks. So far though, his plane has not been hijacked, or crashed or combusted. If the pilot can just stick the landing and the airport isn’t bombed, Hae-in will be here in person. My heart is racing like crazy. For the next twenty minutes my eyes travel from the window to my phone. Finally, over the loudspeaker, I hear his flight number. Tears fill my eyes. Soon, soon I will see him. I will wrap my arms around him. I go to the exit. People begin to fill the hall.

There he is. Pony Tail man. He smiles. The light in his eyes reaches me and warms me. My heart is literally melting. I fly into his arms. He drops his carry on and he swings me around. He is solid. He is real. Against my hair he says, “It is so good to see you.”

I bury my face in his neck. After 20+ hours of flight he is well, a bit rank, but I don’t care. Happy tears are slipping down my cheeks. Time did pass, it is now spring, we keep growing closer despite the miles. He pulls back and looks into my eyes. I reach up and touch his hair. Since I saw him during Christmas break his hair has gotten even longer. He catches my hand in his. His fingers slip through mine. Not one for PDA, his public kiss is brief. It sends everything inside of me to spin cycle. His smile is laced with mischief. He grabs his carryon and we head for the parking lot.

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Daylight is almost gone. It will be dark soon. Despite his fatigue he offers to drive. I nod. The risk of my night blindness out weighs his fatigue.

He lets out a sigh as we drive back to my apartment. He tells me, “It is good to be home.” He doesn’t speak of how hard the last weeks have been. Neighbor Song has had another setback. His dad flew to Korea so Hae-in could come to the states to visit me. I have met his parents. His mom and I are building a relationship slowly. She is very different from me. I know who his ex-fiancée is and I am thankful she was a fool and let him go.

I direct him to my apartment complex. He parks and yawns. My heart is starting to thump. I have spent the entire week cleaning my apartment and sorting through my endless clutter. I am nervous about what he will think of my living space. He grabs his carryon out of the back seat and follows me up the stairs. My hand shakes a little as I fumble with my keys. I open the door and turn on the light. Hae-in steps inside. I glance at his face as he takes my world in. He turns, smiles at me and says, “Its perfectly you. I love it.” He leans in and gives me a peck on the cheek. His eyes dance with light and love. And then, he really kisses me!