Tuesday, January 04, 2005 How far is 802 miles? How far is it to the very end of my rope? Will there be a knot at the end or just the casual fraying of every strand of my life braided together, waiting for me to slide off? Minutes turn to weeks, and hours to months as my life becomes measured in the fluctuations of the airline wars, the current price of a round trip ticket, the silent sludge that time becomes when you are away and the screaming flash it is when I am finally with you again. My life, our relationship is measured more in time spent apart, than time spent together. I can hear your singing if I shut my eyes. I smell you at night in the wrinkles of my pillow case; my eyes close too hard in the race to sleep. I sleep to dream and I dream of you. I had no idea I would miss you this much. Ever notice how forever never starts anywhere near when you want or need it to? Forever is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow that I swear I can get to....if it'd just stop moving further away. I suppose it is normal, I suppose it feels like this for everyone in this situation and I suppose it will eventually hurt a lot less, and all will be well, but the adjustment is tough. It is hard to say goodbye more than hello, it is hard to wipe your tears more than share your smiles and it is so hard to not know the next time I will see you. We will be fine, I promise. I promise. I promise. That's three times I promised. I'm going to kick forever in the ass though because he's really starting to annoy me with how far behind he is. |
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