Flagstaff. The city where I fell in love with you all over again. Its like the second we hit the higher altitude all the ill feelings went away. I instantly forgot about the screaming match we had a few days prior. I forgot about the bags packed and the one more "last time of us falling asleep with one another". I forgot about the ring you threw at me and the key to the apartment being left on the kitchen table. I forgot about all the nights that I fell asleep crying asking myself why I wasn't good enough. See the thing is all this forgetting can either be a good thing or it could come back to me and bite me in the ass. I am hoping its a good thing.
Flagstaff allowed us to fall for each other all over again. We shared kisses, you held me close to you at night in that hotel bed. You made me feel loved. It was like the "honeymoon" stage of dating all over again. We talked, we laughed until we cried, we reminisced on old times, and we just enjoyed being with one another.
Our trip was nothing short of amazing. We shopped, we went to this gorgeous brewery, we drank, and we spent the day downtown. It was nice. I was scared to leave though, scared that once we returned home things would go back to the way they were before our trip. I was scared the fights would start again, and scared that you would pack your bags for good. To my surprise things have stayed the same as if we were still in Flagstaff. Its only been a week but I am still happy. I think Flagstaff was good for us. I think it strengthened our relationship. I think it showed us what we had and we both can agree that its something we don't want to lose.
So thank you Flagstaff, for showing us what our love really means.
