Prologue
Love isn't something I was expecting but for some reason I was fiddling in my seat, as I check the phone for the umpteenth time. Nervousness fills the air, as my flight entered Scotland. Questions start to fill in, 'will he like me or will I like him?'
When the flight attendant and the pilot announce that we have landed, I grab my phone to turn off aeroplane mode and press a name to send a message. With a deep breath I wrote to him, that I landed safely and that I am very excited and nervous to meet him.
He had responded five minutes later that he is outside the airport, and that he too is quite excited and nervous to meet me too. As I waited for the passengers to exit their seats, I kept rethinking or more remembering why I wanted to do this, the memory of when it started...
