I asked. “I need to get in the shower.” “It’s 4:30 in the morning.” “Yeah, but I’ve gotta get you to the airport,” he said in his raspy, morning voice. “I told you last night you don’t have to do that.” “Yes, I do. I won’t see you for almost a week. I’m going to spend every possible moment with you,” he said, walking over and wrapping his arms around me and kissing me sweetly. “Let me take you.” He held me tightly and I nestled into his chest. A week seemed like so long, especially with everything going on with our relationship at the moment. It was fragile and I didn’t want anything else to happen to cause us anymore stress. Perhaps a week apart would actually do us some good. “I’m gonna miss you,” I whispered. “I’m gonna miss you too,” he replied, kissing the top of my head. “It’ll go by fast and we’ll Skype. You’re taking your laptop, aren’t you?”
