The Next Day

What will it be like the next day?

It would be like any other day but one thing would be different.

Would the feeling be the same like every other day?

The feeling would be somewhat the same but something would be missing.

Yes, something would be missing.

The sudden whiff of powder so familiar would send a flash of image through the mind. Even the movement to click the mouse would bring to mind a similar event.

Yes, the sharp memories of something triggered by unimportant little incidents.

The telephone calls to mind the knowledge that things are not the same, I cannot speak to you and know that you are just a drive away when you are miles away on the other side of the world in a different time zone.

Sunday nights would not see you at my door, the familiar sound you make when your car pulls up outside the gate.

Yes, I will miss your hugs, kisses, the playfulness as we fought with each other physically and all the other crazy things we used to do.

Sweet heart, I know you had to go from the first few months we knew each other and even though I reminded myself of that each and every day, it still would not prepare me for what is to come, the feeling of you not being around. I cannot call you to my side to give me a hug when I need one. I would just have to wait til you come online and give me a *hug* through icq.

And yes, I would probably lose the bet, I would definitely cry first but whether I would be around when you come to collect, that would be another thing. Another possibility would be you would not come back to collect.

Just remember what I have told you many times before, if you miss me a lot and realise that I am what you want to have in your life then come tell me and don't be "Twenty-five minutes too late."