It's not that I've never had someone care this much or want to see me this much, this badly. But no, I've never had someone make this kind of an effort for me.

*I'm* always the one doing the ridiculous things. Getting on a plane to fly somewhere for an hour before turning around and flying back home. Getting in a car (usually mine, sometimes not) at the drop of a hat to drive for hours and hours just to see someone and have lunch and then going home. Cutting a trip a few days early to jetset home in time for a birthday morning surprise. Et cetera.

But I've never been on this side of the fence. I've never been the one left to wait and wonder, to wonder if there's traffic on the freeways and that'll push back the arrival time, to wait for the phone call asking to be picked up from the airport.

It's... interesting.