But this time around it was quite different. Everything was brand new. I was the one being left behind. I was the one driving to the airport and leaving the airport to go back to my normal life. And him. He had the whole world in the palm of his hand.
I hate the uncertainties of goodbyes. You never really know what happens next like a Hitchcock cliffhanger. Beyond the airport is a vast combination and permutations of what ifs, a fruit bowl of people to dazzle and be dazzled with.
And yet there I stood, between the US immigration doorway and my life. We said our goodbyes. I can't even remember if I had time to say anything clever. No matter. The tears won over. as he kissed me. One cheek and then the other.
He may never be mine forever but he was mine and I was his for two happy weeks.
Take care sweet boy. I'll see you soon.
