The sun has already set and the weather is changing fast. In a few hours, I will go home to a cold and lonely house. Even though I have the tiniest house, I can see his presence everywhere; from the nails on the walls to the IKEA shelves that were shipped with love from a thousand miles away somewhere in Europe.
I still find it interesting how we kicked off and grew fond of each other over time. Now, it feels unbearable to be without him even though we have not known each other for a long time. Still, I treasure the moments we spend together when he is around. I love that he is hands on, always doing something constructive; playing me some music which is sometimes strange and other times very interesting. I love his company and I try to let him know this whenever I can.
It’s been a week since he is gone but it feels longer than that. I have to wait many more weeks before I can see him again. This time around, I hope that he will be the one who will be inviting me to his home like I do him in mine. It will be fulfilling to finally see him where he is most comfortable with the things that are familiar to him. Even though he is comfortable around me, I can sometimes tell that some things do not sit well with him. I can say that I have already gotten used to the “bad” and so for me, it will be interesting to experience what he calls the “good.”
Until we can experience his “good” together, we continue writing our short and long emails, Skyping and doing our mini chats.