He flew back home last night and my apartment feels terribly empty.
Over three years in the making, it finally culminated into something tangible--something amazing--last week.
I miss him already. A lot.
But better to have had a taste of what could be than nothing at all. At least that's what I keep telling myself.
There must be a way to make it work (there must!) but neither of us knows how just yet. I do fear it may all dissolve into the ether but we'll see what happens.
In the meantime, I hope he remains in my life, and me in his heart.