Waiting for her
Right now I'm in her university, waiting for her to be done. She's in her element, talking, discussing with her team mates, teasing, making the occasional face and funny noise, and overall enjoying herself like a dolphin in the ocean.The past few two weeks have been something of a dream: when something that one desires and dreams of comes true, it has a surreal feel to it. Sleeping next to her, everything feels alright once again, as though nothing could ever go wrong.
It has not been completely perfect, but close enough: the first few days were spent getting used to each other in Germany while we stayed at a friend's place as though it was our own.
Then, on the way here, we lost each other on the train... we were on the same train for 5 hours, followed by a different middle connection to different towns before meeting again at our destination in France. My connection was delayed by 1 hour, which snowballed into a 3 hour delay. By the time she found me at the train station, she was completely in tears and worried sick.
And that same night, I had my first asthma attack in 12 years. It was terrifying for her, and for me as well, as this would be the first time I had an asthma attack as an adult, and I had completely forgotten how it feels like to be suffocating and drowning in my own bed.
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