It's like meeting your lover for the first time, with your heart in your mouth and butterflies in your tummy. That was exactly what it was. It was a long 7 hour flight, and even though it wasn't my first time flying by myself, there was still a part of me that felt pretty lost. Perks was that I boarded the aircraft SQ A380 and was seated on top, the seats were huge and there was plenty of leg room and even a mini compartment for me to store my stuffs by the window. A mixture of excitement, nervousness and exhaustion all at once. To my horror, there were so many babies on board that night and I probably had only an hour of sleep throughout the flight.
If you didn't already know, the boy left for UK to study for nine months a few years back. It was the first time I was finally meeting him again in London, even though he has only been there for 3 months, but I will never ever forget that feeling. Prepping myself up in the airplane washroom, feeling my heart thump faster as I glance around to spot him waiting for me at the arrival hall. A tinge of shyness, as if it was our first time meeting, and an overwhelming feeling of happiness. Gave him a huge bear hug when I saw him as I was stuck at the custom for about an hour. Finally safe in the arms of my loved one.
I must say, it was one of the best feelings ever.
Travelled to Stonehenge, which was freezing cold with all that wind, but greeted with such a lovely sunset. There were sheeps roaming around the grass nearby too.
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