He arrived home. Tired. From flying. US Air. He said. With a transit from Charlotte. It was not an easy flight. He was up since midnight to get home by 11 am. He slept for two hours and woke up. She arrived just before 4:30 PM.
He had not changed. He would be fifty in 4 months. He was tired. He was the same with the exception of having just cut his hair. He used to be beautiful, she knew that. He's still beautiful. To her. he said he used to be better looking, always getting laid, always looking to get laid, but now he was older and was unable to spare time to think about getting laid. And people stopped paying attention to him anyway, he's just some other dude, some older dude.
She looked at him in that light. His eyes were squinting. He looked tired. He always seemed tired.
They spent a lot of time lying around, being tired. Sleeping. That's their M.O.
He was tired and unable to make decisions. So after sex they went to grab dinner. He wanted somewhere proper and quiet. He was interested in seeing what the Italian place offered but ended up with Sushi. She was more hungry than he. As of late, she had put on some weight, he had liked that about her. The heavier set of her. She wanted to lose more weight but that was difficult to accomplish. She tried to stay in shape and not worry about her weight gain.
He was talkative, and had a few things to say, both in and out of bed. She was more relaxed so that made him more relaxed.
He used to be so anxious around her. He's anxious about everything. He said that's how he masked depression. She did not want him to be anxious about their relationship. She knew now how to manage. He reached over the table to say how much he liked that.
He walked her to the car after the meal. He kissed her and said goodbye to her. She said, after he was already heading to his door, "I love you." Loud. She wanted to do something for his birthday. She wanted to go away. She wanted to travel with him to places.
She loved him and she needed him to be in her life, so that she could be replenished.
All her profound sadness, gone, when she's with him. When she's away from him, she sensed her sadness coming in. That loss, that permanent loss. How could you tell someone that you loved that person so much so that each separation created a scar in her unhealed wound? How could you tell that person that in her world he was the only one who's ever mattered to her and she loved him more than he'd ever know? How could you tell him that your profound sadness came from that girl who fell in love with him, so many decades ago and now back again, so many years later, she could never move on until he's no longer in her life?
She loved him. She's sad without him. She's profoundly sad when he's gone. And she had to find a way to move on.
He had not changed. He would be fifty in 4 months. He was tired. He was the same with the exception of having just cut his hair. He used to be beautiful, she knew that. He's still beautiful. To her. he said he used to be better looking, always getting laid, always looking to get laid, but now he was older and was unable to spare time to think about getting laid. And people stopped paying attention to him anyway, he's just some other dude, some older dude.
She looked at him in that light. His eyes were squinting. He looked tired. He always seemed tired.
They spent a lot of time lying around, being tired. Sleeping. That's their M.O.
He was tired and unable to make decisions. So after sex they went to grab dinner. He wanted somewhere proper and quiet. He was interested in seeing what the Italian place offered but ended up with Sushi. She was more hungry than he. As of late, she had put on some weight, he had liked that about her. The heavier set of her. She wanted to lose more weight but that was difficult to accomplish. She tried to stay in shape and not worry about her weight gain.
He was talkative, and had a few things to say, both in and out of bed. She was more relaxed so that made him more relaxed.
He used to be so anxious around her. He's anxious about everything. He said that's how he masked depression. She did not want him to be anxious about their relationship. She knew now how to manage. He reached over the table to say how much he liked that.
He walked her to the car after the meal. He kissed her and said goodbye to her. She said, after he was already heading to his door, "I love you." Loud. She wanted to do something for his birthday. She wanted to go away. She wanted to travel with him to places.
She loved him and she needed him to be in her life, so that she could be replenished.
All her profound sadness, gone, when she's with him. When she's away from him, she sensed her sadness coming in. That loss, that permanent loss. How could you tell someone that you loved that person so much so that each separation created a scar in her unhealed wound? How could you tell that person that in her world he was the only one who's ever mattered to her and she loved him more than he'd ever know? How could you tell him that your profound sadness came from that girl who fell in love with him, so many decades ago and now back again, so many years later, she could never move on until he's no longer in her life?
She loved him. She's sad without him. She's profoundly sad when he's gone. And she had to find a way to move on.
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