I enjoyed it; it reminded me of why I’d come to Finland in the first place—for freedom. But even in my independence, I ached for his return. I spent my days visiting the museums, going to the gym, and enjoying quality time with myself. I had plenty of time to think, do laundry, grocery shop, and live without any expectations. I loved feeling free of responsibilities. It wasn’t until the night before his return I realized how lonely the house was without his presence. I sat on the couch, drinking my now nightly glass of Merlot, watching TV snuggled with a blanket and the fire on. It was exceptionally cold, and I had no idea how to turn on the heat. TV was boring, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. Somewhere in the interim of sipping wine and flipping channels, I dozed off. “I missed you.” The faint whisper of Val’s voice echoed in my ear. I felt kisses along the side of my face and his facial hair rubbing on my skin. It was a wonderful, life-like dream. I felt lips on mine, gently touching them.
