I had thought I loved other guys I'd dated, and even told one I loved him, but I didn't truly understand what love was until I was sitting in the uncomfortable seats in the terminal after my first trip to D.C. to visit Josh.
We'd only been "officially dating" for about 3 months when I took my first trip out east with my mom to spend a weekend galavanting around our nation's capitol with my new boy toy. We were there for 4 days and saw most of the major things there are to see in D.C.: the Washington Monument, the WWII Memorial, the Iwo Jima Memorial, a Georgia O'Keeffe exhibit, the Smithsonian American Art Museum, and so much more. My honey even planned a nice dinner for just the two of us on our last night together and it has since become our favorite place to dine.
|In Chinatown on Day 1.|
|My best friend, even then. Don't mind the goofy hood.|
|I love his kisses.|
|How I knew we were meant to be. =)|
|My mother goofing off at the American Art Museum.|
|Yes, he's grabbing my boob. In public. In a picture my mother was taking.|
I knew I had fallen hard for this man (cuz he sure ain't no boy!), but I could never have prepared myself for that hour in the terminal at the Dulles International Airport.
There I sat, with my 2 carry-ons, a book, and my mother...surrounded by hundreds of bustling travelers...bawling my eyes out. That's when I knew I loved him. And that's when I knew I could never love any other man. It hurt me so much to leave him after that first trip and it's hurt me every time since, but I always know I'll have my dear, sweet, silly Joshua waiting for me the next time I step off the plane in Virginia.