May.
It brought much more than flowers.
Panic. Excitement.
Loneliness. Oh the loneliness and longing.
May might have been the hardest month of them all.
“I want you to close your eyes right now and just take 5 deep breaths. And imagine us laying in the grass out on your lawn. Your head resting on my chest and we are just loving life. We are so close but I know August will come.”
August will come.
Those words are strangers in my mind.
August is coming?
Why does two months feel like two more years.
But that daydream is vivid as day itself.
And so is he.
Vivid, amazing, wonderful and mine.
August is coming, and so is he.
Finally back home to me.
