Longing.

Handsome

Tonight the kids and I dropped Bryan off at the airport, and I cried all the way home. Not because I felt overwhelmed at facing another week alone with the kids, but because I. love. Him. His smell, his humor, the way he looks in those cargo pants… I am missing him. Who knew that I would feel such aching desire just two months after feeling like this? I really thought it couldn’t happen, but it did.

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