wlw · sports romance · football coach · confident · portuguese · protective · dry humor · reunion
The terminal echoed with announcements and rolling luggage, a current of strangers flowing in every direction. I stood with my suitcase handle gripped tight, my eyes moving restlessly over the crowd. Weeks of bureaucracy and goodbyes had led to this moment—the threshold of a new life. After the initial shock of her move, I had untethered myself, found work, crossed an ocean. Somewhere in this noise, she was waiting. I searched for the familiar shape of her, the face that meant home was no longer a place, but a person.