Juliette
The fifth of July.
It's precisely 8.00pm when I land in Maldives.
The airport is fabulous. The air is fresh. The people are fancy. And my heart is filled with joy. Hope it doesn't burst before I get to the beach.
I drag my suitcase through the glass doors and slide into the taxi. I roll down the windows, letting the breeze brush through my hair which has grown longer now. Wonder if Roman will like this longer hair now. He liked it short.
As we pass through the tall flashy buildings, I can't help but smile.
For the past twelve months, I've been waiting for this day eagerly. Desperately. Counting down the months. Counting down the days. Counting down the hours. Counting down the minutes. Even counting down the seconds. And it's finally here. The fifth of July is finally here.
