I don’t think I express it often enough how much I love you. You could probably use the reminder. It’s rare that I come across someone else who loves you as well. But don’t worry, my love for you doesn’t get deterred by their negativity.
You’re the reason I’ve never missed a flight before. I’m more than happy to wonder you vast corridors and browse your shops for hours. There is nothing more relaxing for me than sitting by the windows with coffee in hand look at all the commotion going on outside. I’m actually doing that as I write this.
I love what your purpose is. I love seeing all the people in motion. Families lost trying to find their connecting flight. The group of business men figuring out who has the window seat. The sad tears of people saying goodbye and the happy one of reuniting. You’ve created a magically place.
Every time we are together I get this overwhelming feeling of home. This comfort of walking through your doors that I don’t get anywhere else. You feel more like home than any house, hostel, or hotel I’ve ever been to. Maybe I am a born traveller. Maybe the airport is where I belong. Maybe that’s why I love you so much.
There are so many airports. From the biggest in the world to the smallest that only hosts a couple planes, I have never been to an airport I didn’t love. No matter what, you still create a place of awe for me. Never stop being all the wonderful things you are.