mistressxxv

Well, I am back. Reluctantly. I changed my plane ticket twice. As the seconds dripped away on our last day together, neither she nor I knew if we'd make it to the airport on-time.

I cried, and tried to sleep on the plane. She remained strong to make the parting easier. I wake up this morning and ask why I left. My space is empty, and I miss the way her skin felt next to mine in the morning.

I miss breakfast with her. I miss her cats. All four of them. I miss the way her arms felt around me. I miss her kisses on the back of my neck. But mostly, I miss the ability to talk with her and see the way her eyes would look into mine as we lost ourselves in each other.

For the first time in my life, I feel loved unconditionally. I have given my heart to those before who did not deserve the gift. With her everything is right.

Needless to say I will be leaving Portland soon. The exact date is unknown, but I'm guessing a month from now I will rejoin my love. I have much to wrap up, and friends to say good-bye to. Perhaps you are one of them.