Today is the fourth day that you left me for your trip. It all happened so fast: One moment we were kissing, I was the greatest human on earth, and just hours later you disappeared, and stopped talking to me. We both were counting the days, and the suspense was rising, the closer we came to this date.
You are a big girl, and I am a stong man. We can do this. Our love is gone strong, and we can spend some time apart.
This was to good of chance to pass it off, not everyone gets invited for a writers’ fellowship to join on a cruise down the white Nile of Egypt.
We wake up in the morning, even before the alarm goes off, our heads on the pillows and you look me i the eyes and I know that you scared: this is a big step, this is the first time we’re apart in a while, but this is a challenge we are willing to take.
I make us some oatmeal peanut butter banana smoothies and a cream cheese bagel with scallions, and you put the last bags in your suitcase.
Everything in order, Marie Kondo would be proud.
The phone buzzes, the car is here, I carry your bags down the stairs.
On the way to the airport you head rests on my shoulder, your arms wrapped around my body. It’s too early to talk, so we listen to each other’s breath as it tells a story of longing, adventure and hope.