Mark Twain
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You hated long distant relationships. The constant yearning for the other and the planning, it was exhausting constantly travelling just to see eachother yet you still endured it.
You stumble out of the plane, slowly walking and your stance sluggish. You look for your luggage, patiently waiting for your luggage to appear. As you wait, Mark comes up behind you and hugs your waist.
"My love!!"