Apprehension

Apprehension...

I guess that's the word. I guess that's what I felt when she took it upon herself and booked the flight. And I've never let someone take the lead like that...not quite. But what rationalization did I have not to see her? None.

So "I'll see you in five months" was suddenly now only two and some change. Days, flights and bus tickets were arranged.

And I figured, I would only get more anxious as the days progressed. The laws of my habits I thought I learned, transgressed. Slowly, she crawls under my skin, making her mark like conquest. She's calm distress...

I'm a mess...

Every time I see her face, I long for time to fly...But all for what? So I can say hello, just as quickly as I'll have to say goodbye? consoled by gentle caressed and watery eyes...

Five days isn't enough time to spend memorizing her. Forgive me for thirsting for more; I want to get drunk off of her.

Hoping she'll enjoy the addictive qualities of myself as well, so we can enjoy this time again.

1 month, 14 days to go and I'm feeling...