Back home and away from her…

Back home in Houston…we cried our eyes out trying to say goodbye and she even begged me not to get in line at my gate to get on the plane. It took every ounce of strength in me to not turn around and run into her arms. As I was walking down to find my seat, it literally felt as if my heart was being ripped from my chest and I was missing something. I was missing her touch.