37,000 Feet

I'll be honest, I was a bit irritated, heading back to the house for a second time… but as it turned out, the universe decided to afford me one last quick glimpse of you, in my rearview mirror, before the wind scattered us, taking each of us our own separate ways. One last beautiful look, before weeks with no chance of crossing paths… and I found I couldn't complain.

And while it would have been so much better if I could've talked to you… perhaps it's for the best it didn't work out that way. This separation is affecting me more than I anticipated. I'm afraid I might let on too much. I'm afraid you'd have no trouble seeing the sadness in my eyes, regardless of whatever words came out of my mouth. And I don't want you to feel sad for me… at least, not right now.

And anyways, it'll be over soon enough. Maybe things will be different after… maybe they won't be. Nothing for it but to push on, try to be present, and see.

One thing I can guarantee you won't change, though, is that I'm still going to love you. That has become the one constant in my life. The one thing that no force in this universe seems capable of changing. There exists no lever strong enough to release that particular ratchet.

Safe travels, my love, whenever it is you'll be going. And happy new year! Whatever 2023 has in store for us, it's sure to be interesting. I can't wait!

Love, always,
♒️