Checklist:
1. Clean her left-over, fallen hair from the pillows, mattress, sink, counter, table, floor, clothes, bathroom, kitchen, flip-flops, sneakers … :)
2. Don’t wash my bed sheets. Her smell is still saturated in the pillows. I need something to keep me reminded of her presence.
3. Cook dinner for myself. Pasta that she left me with tuna, that she also spared for my convenience.
4. Watch the Watchmen. I am really hyped up to see how director handled one of my favorite graphic novels.
She managed to leave half of her life in my closet. I still love her. Now the cream, lotion and her little trinkets will constantly remind me of her existence.
I dropped her off at the airport. A fairly small one; it had one terminal. She was hungry. The security man refused to change her twenty dollar bill. With no change she complained of hunger.
As she lift off i headed back to my place. On the bus i met a nice old peaceful lady. She looked like a Golden Girl. I enjoy talking to elderly people who are friendly to strangers. On the bus the entire summer that I spent with her flashed before my eyes as i passed through the yellow cornfields.
I don’t have enough words nor enough patience to write how much experience, joy and meaning i harvested out of out time together. Singing, fighting under the same sun, we taught and were taught, gave and were given. We laughed the sorrow and loneliness away. No other time could have been more potent. I guess a proper response for letting someone you love go is sadness. I already miss her.
I can’t wait to click the resume button when she gets back. Distance … its so cold, but at the same time, it is a trial. I will not falter, nor budge. I will wait.
