i had just got done with the Belgium grand prix and you stayed home, at our house in Monaco.

i was flying back, the day after the race. Monday. it was around 12 in the morning and i didn’t know you were waiting for me at the airport.

i walk off the plane and see a familiar face in the distance, you. i see you running over and drop my bag as i catch you in my arms

“i missed you muppet” i whisper into your ear as i hold you