no tears tonight, amazingly enough

21 March 2006 @ 23:52
my mood

I lay in bed curled up in blankets and think of him.

I miss his voice in my ear, speaking English with a lilt that ever so slightly hints at his mother tongue. I miss his arms wrapping around my body, sweeping me up in sometimes unexpected embraces. I miss his fingers on my cheeks, no matter if he's brushing my tears aside or instructing me on the finer points of o beijo brasileiro.

I am just shy of six or seven weeks until my departure date. For both planes. For either plane. One goes to him, to his voice, to his kisses, to his strong embraces. The other goes to the desert, to a second chance, to personal growth, to dreams and opportunities.

A year is a long time.
--Annie

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