The Best Girlfriend in the World

This is so hard to write about.

She left this morning, three and a half hours ago (and it’s only just after 9am now), and I stood there looking at where she’d been for too long, dazed and lovestruck and tired and missing her more than anything already. It was, needless to say, the greatest weekend I’ve ever had in my life. SHE is, needless to say, completely and utterly perfect. She’s beautiful and funny, intelligent and playful, independent and welcoming. She has wonderful eyes, and when she laughs, I want to kiss her. Kissing her is amazing. As are other things. Waking up beside her is one of the best things on the planet. Going to sleep beside her is another.

When I was waiting to meet her for the first time, a filling fell out of my tooth. I suddenly started panicking that she’d arrive just as all my teeth collapse. We saw each other across the airport and just smiled. I remember just thinking that she looked like her photos, but more gorgeous, but I’ve since been told that I was standing “nonchalantly leaning” against a pillar, apparently looking more cool calm and collected that I felt. We hugged and she forgot how to speak (no, I’m not joking. She’ll admit it herself) while I babbled nervous excited shit endlessly, unable to shut up. She listened anyway.

Jesus, it’s so hard not to just lapse into telling you just how lovely she really is; when you want something to be good as much as both of us wanted this weekend to be, it kind of increases the chance of anticlimax, you know? But this was so much better than either of us were expecting. The only weird thing was that nothing felt weird; it felt completely natural for the two of us to be together, holding hands walking around, cuddling while listening to other people, smiling endlessly to each other at any and all opportunity. We were completely comfortable with each other from the start, her laughing at me getting us lost in Glasgow (I hate the one way system) or whatever else.

Some things that we did this weekend: Almost flood a bathroom in the place where we stayed on the first night. Get the car locked behind metal doors by not realising that the car park we’d left it in closed at 6:30pm until 7pm, when we went back to get it. Sleep on crates with next to no bedding. Want to jump around in some big inflatable castle calling itself “Kidaround”. Drive from one coast in Scotland to the other, and back, all because I wanted to introduce her to my friends (who loved her, of course). Not take enough photos of each other. Wrestled (I lost). Found out small but important things about each other (for example, that Saturday is “Egg and Toast Day” for her). Stuff and things.

She’s either on her stopover in Amsterdam or in the air going back to San Francisco right now and I really miss her; it’s like everything I felt for her before meeting her was a cool movie, but this is the widescreen IMAX Director’s Cut version. Everything feels bigger, more colourful, more real than before. She’s gone and my lips still tingle with the feel of hers, and it’ll be the end of December before we get to see each other... which is far, far too long, thanks very much. Apparently, I’m supposed to go back to a “normal” life between now and then, but I haven’t a clue how to even start thinking about that right now.

Kate, I love you so much.

And everyone else, you can take this as a subtle hint that everything went quite well when we met.

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