Like a cold summer afternoon

It’s her birthday today, I wrote a small email and just wished her well.  I sometimes wonder how she is doing and what she’s up to.  It’s hard when you’re use to talking to someone constantly and just like that, things just stop. 

I once wrote about my last moment with her at the airport, it was probably, then, the best thing I can recall ever writing.  I wish that I could talk to her but maybe for now, it’ll just remain a wish.

My beautiful moment

There was no heavy breathing, no desire to rush and quickly undress, no messy kisses with tongues lashing everywhere.  What I received from her was just a nice, gentle, thoughtful kiss.  Both our eyes are just closed and our lips for that duration seem locked for an eternity.  We seem to be lost in a scene that is silent, filled with uncertainty, but somewhat warm and comforting.

As I embrace this moment and feel a sudden loss, a salty tear starts to trickle down my cheek.  With that then, a gush of emotions comes streaming and I can no longer control myself from crying.  I’ve always been a sucker for dramatic moments and airports are certainly the worst for this.  I told her from the start that my intent was to see her, and for those brief four days, enjoy her company.  In the end however, I find myself in her arms not wanting to let go.  Just for this once, I wish that this moment never ends and that our world will forever remain like this.

I let her go and mumble some words that I can’t even make sense.  She tells me to be good and smiles that smile that just makes me melt.  I walk towards the security gate and declare all my belongings, each personal item I put through the belt, I check back and see if she is still standing where I last left her.   That smile is still on her beautiful face and I am finding it hard to proceed any further.  But I tell myself to be brave and move on, knowing well that this will not be the last time I’ll see her. 

I head up the stairs to the gates and with each step, I still find myself looking back searching for her.  She is still there and it seems that all I can see is just her, even amid through the distance, the glasses, the crowd and noise.I blow a kiss and with it, hope that the intended recipient knows that I’ll miss her and that one day I will be back again.  For this is simply not a adieux, sayonara or a goodbye but merely a see you later. 

I board the plane, amble my way through the aisle and search for my allocated seat.  I eventually find it, rest myself onto it and just close my eyes.  All I can still see is her and how beautiful she looks, a smile creeps upon me and I know fully well that this chapter will not end for some time.

Fin