The Longing

Posted Sunday, October 26, 2008 1:33 PM

She's been gone for 10 days, she'll return in 4. Since I've moved here to be with her, this is the longest we've been apart. I've kept busy, between work and painting and working with my film buddy back in New York; but still around that 2 AM mark - I wake and realize that there is a part of me missing.

She had this trip planned before I even knew I was going to move here. I had encouraged her to go - explaining that this was a once in a lifetime trip, when would she be free to travel abroad, alone (ok, not really - her brother went too) and have an adventure in far away lands. Still, part of me now regrets encouraging her, just a bit.

Its funny, too - at work - since we both work in the same office; different shifts. I normally get a little more excited for the end of my shift, because I know my Honey will be walking in that door, a sweet little smile playing on her lips that only I can see. A few moments each and every day to connect before I head home; knowing I'll probably see her shortly after I wake - details of her night shared over a breakfast that I'll make as she checks her email; surfs the web, looking for more wedding ideas.

And now that she's away - I feel her absence more acutely.

But not for long.

- Groom