‘wait for me’ he whispered against your lips and his forehead pressed to yours as you absorbed his words with your eyes closed but when you opened your eyes the pressure was lifted and his hand was gone from your cheek and you watched as his back disappeared down the walkway to the plane and you wanted to call out to him but your words got stuck in your throat and tangled together as thoughts of ‘I will’ and ‘I love you’ and ‘please don’t leave me’ mashed around and slammed into each other and you wanted to say them all so badly but you couldn’t and your heart was breaking as you lost sight of him and you thought you were going to fall into a pile on the floor of heartbreak and tears and the empty black hole that was draining your soul of any lingering bit of happiness threatened to take over and suck you completely in, crushing you with the weight of sadness that was creeping through your body at the thought of being away from him for so long. minutes and hours and days and weeks would pass and it wouldn’t get easier and you’d almost lose hope when phone calls would go unanswered or whispers or rumors would barricade themselves in your mind and the cold grip of fear that it wouldn’t be the same would clench around your heart, choking out the warmth and the joy because he’s not there with you when you really need him to be. your silence as he walked away would haunt you and you’d berate yourself for not being strong enough to say what you felt in the pit of your soul- that you loved him, you needed him, that your mind, body, and soul were so completely captivated by him that you couldn’t take a full breath without the feel of his skin on yours in some way or another; that you hated how you couldn’t be without him but you wouldn’t trade it for the world because he was yours and you were his and you were so completely entwined into one soul that you actually felt your heart tear a little when he wasn’t near you. then the time would come after so long that you thought the day was lost forever when he would come back to you and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to survive the thrashing of your heart in your chest as you waited for his face to come into your line of vision and you’d be so nervous that you were physically shaking because finally, finally it was time for the other half of your soul to come home and suddenly he’d be there glowing like a beacon of life itself, moving toward you so quickly you almost had to look away and then you’re in his arms again, your chest and arms and hands and body lost into his as you collide and the tears slip past your lids and splash onto his skin as he wraps his hands around your face and your heart is thudding erratically in your chest as he pulls back and whispers, ‘are you still mine?’