Frantic Love
November 7, 2007 – 3:20 pmWe had two short weeks together. 336 hours to make up for nine months of absence. So many missed kisses and hugs, so many lost moments of just being one together. All those phone calls couldn’t compare to being able to look into his eyes.
It was frantic love - trying to fill the empty, build the memories, repair what distance had destroyed. Every day planned - every moment, together.
We were young and stupid and eager and in love. Those two weeks were torture and perfection. I was looking ahead with dread and knowing in the end, he’d leave me.
And then, he did.
