Round 13: It feels good to have you back in my arms again.

After the excitement of picking the gf up this morning, I finally managed to find some time to sort through my thoughts of today and get them down.

The previous night before was a true test of time - laboured till the 11th hour(2335 hours, to be exact) to finish cleaning up the room and get it ready for the next day. After chatting with the neighbour about future employment plans over 2 Frankfurt Oders(beer, basically), browsed through the inbox , decided against playing a few poker rounds and hit the sack.

5 hours later, in a white singlet, black long-sleeved woollen pullover and a black vest on a 23°C morning, I squeezed with other passengers and boarded the Inter City-Express(ICE) train towards Frankfurt Airport . Watching the minutes pass on the onboard clock was simply nerve-wracking. So many thoughts in my mind: Should I have brought a rose along? Would she like the new NS-style haircut?What should be the first thing to say when we meet? Would I make it on time?

Outside the arrival gate, I saw that there was a 10-minute delay for her flight. Nothing much to worry about, Stan...just be patient and wait. And so did I. And kept my eyes on the glass doors of the arrival gate.

Then she appeared. Pushing the luggage trolley, in long black pants and a short sleeved light-toned blouse. Her face light with makeup and the hair long and tied back as I'll imagine.

I just stood there, grinning and watch her run towards me. And then we kissed.

Welcome back darling.