I stay a while. it is as if we just met each other a couple of months ago and have seen each other every day since. The level of intimacy is shocking. I should be used to it by now. But still, I remain in awe every time I experience it again. The comfort and ease I feel just falling into him after months apart still make me feel deeply sentimental and nostalgic. It’s an odd experience. This tenderness, this sweet heartache I deeply feel despite being so close to him. I feel as though I am the only one he could ever want and ever love. Yet, I know that in a few days I will be thousands of miles away and anguishing over our lack of communication. As if it was some grand delusion I have conjured up and convinced myself of.
It’s a love so good, it tears me up.