and moving forward.
Today I drove Mark to the airport and I thought, I’m okay with this. I know it is only for the short term. I know that it won’t be long until we can be together again. I know I can get through this.
Tonight, not so much. The house is really quiet. There is no clicking of the keys coming from the back room. No lights illuminating the first floor. No one to give me a hug when the loneliness creeps in.
There is so much that needs to be done to keep us moving forward but right now I feel like I am stuck. Telling myself to get going is not helping.
Today I took one of those hokey self-portraits that I love at the airport. We never take pictures at the airport but I am hoping that this is the last time we will be leaving each other this way. Next time, here’s hoping, he’ll be coming back to stay.
