I’m writing this to you from somewhere above cloud nine. I’ve been back home for less than 24 hours and my feelings are just everywhere. I’m overwhelmed with feeling so happy and so grateful having spent the last week with the love of my life after far too long apart. I’m on a high from the memories we made and can’t stop smiling at the thought of what’s still to come. I’m TIRED and despite my best efforts I woke up late, evidently still on Dominican time lol. I’m also coming to terms with being back home and not with him all the time any more. It’s so much harder than I ever thought it would be, readjusting to and carrying on with regular life.
When I arrived in Punta Cana last Tuesday, I wasn’t nervous. I didn’t feel anxious or anything at all really, I don’t think it had hit me that I was going to be reunited with the man I hadn’t seen in over 6 years and had never stopped loving. And when I finally saw him, I felt immediately at home. It was as if no time had passed at all and we could just pick up from where we had left off and just be ourselves. At the same time, the growth we had both gone through in the years gone by was clear as day. It was easy and comfortable – as we always had, we fit like gloves.
We spent a week with smiles that wouldn’t budge from enjoying each other’s company, laughing and joking with the locals who quickly knew us by name (he talks to EVERYBODY ð), playing in the warm sea during the day and dancing on the beach at night, eating our weight in lobster and plantain and mangoes, drinking cocktails and crashing weddings, smoking cigars and stargazing, talking about the future and living in the moment.
In short, the best week of life!!!!
Love wins. x
