Getting ready

You’re going on vacation soon, which means I will have no reason to see you or to be in your presence for a few weeks; a month maybe? The last time I saw you you were exasperated; not directly with me, but with circumstances in which I figure. I hope I see you one more time before you go.

I know what happens when you aren’t here. My fantasy life takes over. Which seems to be the only way I can be with you as I would like to be with you.

I forget, you know; I forget that in your reality I am just another person with whom you must interact. I always dream of being so much more to you.

You are, I think, my impossible dream. I wonder whether I should be out there looking for the possible; or whether that would somehow sully this life-altering love I feel for you. I do long for you; and it gets stronger in the realm of fantasy where I go when you aren’t here to give me doses of reality.

Perhaps my fantasies will be what I write about while you are away. I don’t know, because I expect to take things a day at a time.

Oh, how I will miss you.