My husband, who’s usually stone cold silent, told me “These are the moments we’ll remember” while we were eating pizza on his last day in my apartment. He has to go back his home country. Bureaucracy dictates that I need to wait at least 2 months before I can see him again.
I have a lot of memories that come up when triggered. Happy ones.
But ti be completely honest, and vulnerable, I don’t look into the past that much to reminisce, I’m happy where we are.
It’s still crazy for me to think how far we are from each other, and we want nothing more than to close that gap.
I’m excited to be curled up in the bed with a slice of pizza and gatito staring at you asking if he can get a bite.
It’s 04:16 my Sunday now, it’s your 17:16 Saturday. You’re 4 hours away from landing.
I hope you had a great meal.
I can’t wait to be in the same timezone again.
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