That’s the best word I have.
It’s that time again. I sat in the airport.
I’ve cried. I taken so many deep breathes I’m surprised I can’t fly myself home.
I think I’ve felt every emotion this trip:
Excitement, anticipation, longing, anger, frustration, boredom, contentment, happiness, anxiety and deep, deep love.
It’s been a strange trip for lots of reasons, but I guess all those feelings already say that .
Last night, I didn’t want him to leave me. He knew it, I knew it. We had a very small disagreement. He couldn’t understand why I was upset about leaving. He reeled off all that he’d done to make me happy. He said that this wasn’t the final time, so what was the problem. All I can say, is thank goodness I’ve started to read “Men are from Mars”. This situation could have been a chapter. I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just see that I was upset because of how much I loved him, and why wasn’t he upset? But then the words from the book hit me and I just told him he had done nothing wrong. I just wanted him to know how I felt.
This morning he came to me, as always. He was tired and hadn’t slept much. He curled into me, wrapping his arms around me and our legs entwined. We made love then cuddled for a hour, watching things on his phone.
Throughout the day, he has repeatedly blown kisses and winked at me – much more than usual. He kissed me passionately repeatedly – again, more than usual.
After we ate dinner, I went to my room to finish packing….well, ok, I went to collect myself as I couldn’t breathe.
He followed and we lay again on the bed. He caressed my skin as we lay there in silence. He kissed me gently. We said nothing.
So maybe he doesn’t cry. Maybe he doesn’t overtly tell me that he will miss me. But I saw it and felt it in every extra kiss, look, touch.
I’m about to board the plane. I’ve not cried for half an hour. That’s progress I guess