Bee went home yesterday. We had a good time the past couple of days. Siblings’ party, going to see Watchmen, and just generally being together.
Even after all this time, saying goodbye doesn’t get any easier. (If it did, it might be good to rethink this relationship.) The way in which it hurts changes, maybe. A dull, throbbing pain and being jealous of loving couples you pass in the street. Staring at the coffee-maker and feeling sad you won’t be making coffee for him. Looking up from the comp, and not seeing him on the couch, reading.
Miss you, love.