“Come here. It’s gonna be okay. We can get through this.”
Tuesday arrived far too quickly. The last night I had a hard time concentrating on anything. He was going home and there was absolutely nothing I could to change the outcome. He was getting back on that plane. I watched as he solemnly packed his things back into his suitcase the night before. It was like watching a bad movie with no way to press pause. We stayed up as late as we could, spending those last precious hours we had together, before we both fell asleep. Stirring in the morning I found Merlot already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed. We didn’t say much that morning. I think it would have just made it more painful. Instead we got our showers, got ready and got his things packed into the car. It was time.