And so now, vacation is over, and has been for almost five
days.
Why have I waited this long to update upon it you ask?
Because I have avoided doing so, to avoid the more than miniscule pang of
heartache that I must again endure byway of once more finding myself apart from
my love.
For 14 days, give or take a few hours, she was here, in my
life, almost all the time, constantly, close at hand, never more than a few
minuets away, rarely more than arms length from me, and always at the forefront
of my mind in a simple, easy and direct manner. I doubt I can totally explain
how right it felt, how peaceful and comforting it was, how good and simple and
easy an experience those two weeks where. No matter if we where riding roller
coasters, eating hamburgers, or at the movies, the whole world seemed right for
the first time since I saw her last April. She makes the world seem better to
me, and while it might be argued that she didn’t exactly MAKE the world a
better place, she at least made it seem better, and that is what matters to me
here and now.
Now more than ever that she is once more, gone.
Sitting on my couch late at night, talking about the world,
about people, about us, swimming in the pool at my complex, teasing and
flirting and being cute, driving around with the windows down, because my car
doesn’t have working A/C right now, doing dishes, cooking, cuddling at the
park, walking hand in hand, watching movies, and seeing the sights here in Fort
Worth, visiting some of my family here and even talking with my parents… There
was not a single moment that passed while she was here with me, that was
unpleasant in any way, shape or form. The only sad or unpleasant moments that
passed, where of course, the day she left, when after swimming, and a nap, we
packed her things into my car, hugged in my living room and cried a moment,
then drove to the airport via a Jack in the Box, and then… Once her baggage was
checked, we embraced tightly, cried bitterly, and then said our good bye, tears
filling our vision as she moved through the security line, and I rode the
escalator down to the parking level.
I managed to not blubber and wail in the parking lot for a
half hour before leaving. Barely.
I wish I could say that it does get easier to say good bye
each time, but that’s horse-shit, it doesn’t, but at the very least, it doesn’t
get any harder, and given that we will have to say good bye like that just once
more time, if all pans out as we plan and expect it too, then it will be one
more step towards forever with her, towards our life’s merging into one shared
journey and a set of goals that we shall share and help each other with until
the day one or both of us goes on to glory or judgment.
That’s all for now, otherwise this will be a small book of a
post, and I’ve tried to limit them down on here for the sake of not drowning
you dearest [sic] readers in Mother Russia with the mind numbing drivel of a
true everyman from Texas/America who’s lucked out either by chance or the grace
of Almighty God. You’re welcome comrades, because of course, “in soviet Russia,
Blog post YOU!”
;P yes, please hate me and my totally kinda funny political
incorrectness and mild hubris.
Endure,
~Caleb
I personally enjoy reading your small books of posts, and would be interested to read any other thoughts you have on the matter, as always...
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