Today brought a little jolt of joy - AkM finally confirmed the plan to visit my city. It's been almost a year since we last met in person, back in August. And now, as this August approaches, so does the long-awaited hope of seeing her in person again.
But this time, it feels different. It feels more special. Not just because of the gap, but because of everything that had to fall into place for this to even be a possibility. I’ve seen how hard she tried to make this work, with all those tears and unending tries. That’s what makes this visit feel so precious already.
And yes, I hear you, AkM - I know I still need to use the word “hope.” Because until you actually land here, nothing’s really confirmed. So, ok, I hope this turns into reality. But my heart’s already counting the days.
This will again be a family trip, like before. But let me be honest, for me, the only part I am truly waiting for is meeting you. The rest will just be the setting around the one scene that really matters.
And if I could ask for just one thing from this visit—it would be a warm hug. The kind that lingers. The kind I can hold onto, for all the days until we meet again.
So here I am, marking the calendar, 25 days to go. Just 25 more sunsets between today and a moment I’ve been longing for.