After a little over two months apart, we reunited for 16 hours of complete and total mind-numbing romantic bliss. As you can imagine, much of our day was spent gazing at each other, followed by copious amounts of kissing, stomachaches from overeating, laying about recovering from overeating, stomachache-inducing bouts of laughter, laying about soaking in the wonder of being together and utter satisfaction with that very moment in time. Welcome interruptions included eating, drinking, watching tv, eating and looking for places to eat..
All in all, the most wonderful day followed by the most perfect of evenings.
This morning began with an early wake up and a drawn-out goodbye, followed by quiet tears in an empty, still-warm bed, surrounded by pillows.. I can’t wait for the days where I won’t dread the 6am wake up call or the 10am checkout time. I want meet-you-for-lunch and see-you-after-work to be real, I want the promise of proximity. I want the promise of tomorrow.
While I may gotten all too used to the distance, I’ll never get used to the goodbyes.
