When did I realize I couldn't live without him

When I bought a $12 hotdog in O'Hare. 

I spent the cost of two flights to see him for only 10 days. 

In all the chaos around me, I realized I didn’t want to experience the holiday without him. 

“You’re home.” My heart calls out with a sigh when I get on the flight. I hear the melody of the language and see the blonde hair and black boots. 

You’re home. You’re home. You made it. 

This whole time Kestas has had a timeline in his heading thinking that he needed to pace for February. And I knew it would just be weeks, days, minutes. He thought months. 

I got to surprise him like I hoped and planned. 

My feet ache in my boots. I need a shower. But in hours I’ll be home with his arms around me.