I’m loved
Dr. Egypt. He called last night. What are you doing? I've been thinking about you for days. I want to see you. I desperately miss you. I’m coming over.
I was half put off because I had be pondering my “what ifs” about him all day. No call. I hit the gym. He’s not calling. I make dinner and vacuum. Why isn’t he calling? I give Zoë a bath. My phone is silent. Even the f*cking credit card companies didn’t call. I watch Star Search. I suck.
Then...he...called.
I tidy up the kitchen a bit and take a long, long, hot shower. Zoë’s passed the hell out. A little perfume and there’s a knock at my door. We sit at my dining room table and talk. For two hours we talk and laugh like it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other. It’s only been since last Friday, but I have wanted to see him for days. I have wanted him for days. He’s going to spend the night, but has to be at work early. Very early. I grind some coffee and set the coffeemaker to automatic brew at 4:45 a.m.
I’m in the kitchen and he is looking at me. I’m all jammied up. “Honey, I’m really going to miss you.” Point blank, he says it. Wistful, he sounds wistful. Wistful, but I hear this love in his voice.
“I don’t want you to miss me,” I tell him. “It sounds too much like goodbye. I want you to come visit. I want to visit you too.” Again, this kiss. It makes me forget who I am. There is nothing else but this moment.
Well, this moment and…
the f*cking hamster. It’s going mad on the wheel. Possessed. Insane. We laugh and kiss through it.
This love. May be short-lived but is long deserved.