I've started and scrubbed this out several times already so this time I'm just going to type and to hell with it.
I said Goodbye this morning after a week of saying Goodnight knowing that I could follow that with a Good morning; our eyes meeting for the first time on waking, being able to share that first smile of the day and sharing the last kiss of the evening...
I have had a whole week to be thankful for. A week of happiness and laughter and best of all love; love expressed with a smile, a look, a gentle touch and so much more.
Finally able to see for myself as he walked out through Arrivals, his eyes searching the waiting crowd as mine fell upon him as he came into view, fighting back the urge to push through and run to him. The feel of his arms around me and mine around him. The kiss I have waited twenty months for. The fear dissipating as I could let myself believe. The tears of happiness that threatened to fall.
A week of sharing what it it is like to live under the same roof. A week of playing tourist for me and new sights for him. Places visited, memories created and shared. Laughter and tears for it wouldn't be us without at least one calamity now would it?
And now... the house is too quiet and I am alone again. Just the ghost of his presence as I try to continue my day, imagining the barest caress of my cheek as he tells me he loves me, without dissolving into tears again.
