Waiting for your significant other is hard. Like, holy crap, how will I make it through this, how do I get out of bed, has time legitimately stopped, hard. I counted down every. Single. Hour. Until I knew my fiancé was coming home.
Or at least I thought I did.
Turns out he had plotted with my coworkers for the best surprise ever. He gave me a false flight number that I checked religiously. Only to be called out of a “meeting” prematurely and see him sitting there on the couch, smiling at me.
I can’t begin to describe that feeling. Anyway, just watch for yourself. I’m done being cheesy now.