I’ve been absent most of this week as I’ve been happily ensconced in the arms of the love of my life. Our 4 months apart was brutal and nearly drove me mad. The week has been about love and reconnection. As often happens with us, all preconceived plans go to hell and we take each minute as it is and enjoy just being together
For those of you in LDR’s, you know the agony of saying goodbye. I sit here with tears running down my face after covering the front of his shirt with others. He’s strong and silent letting me cry it out. A thousand kisses later he’s walking away and I’m sitting here alone and wreaked. As always he’s murmured words of comfort and encouragement. Assuring me that this isn’t the last time and that I’m forever his girl. It’s funny almost... he’s a live in the moment guy and I need a path and plan... that all goes out the window when we say goodbye. He’s looking to the future and I’m trapped in this hellish moment of farewell.
I wish that I could regale you with lurid tales of scenes and kink... but instead it’s about waking up in his arms, the feeling of his hands stroking my face and his smile across the table as we shared meals. The messages that he was on his way “home” to me and his happy voice booming out a greeting upon arrival. I’m at peace, he knows just what I need, what WE need and leads me down that path without apologies.
He’s winging away in 30 minutes and I in an hour or so. Going “home” but as alway, home is where he is and I feel like I’m just going back to where I live. My stuff is there but he carries my heart with him
Thank you for reading.... and yes, I’ll be fine, I’m his girl, always
