holidays, take 1

and so we sit on the eve of another holiday. another extended absence.

tonight is also the two year ?anniversary? (not that it's a happy event) of him finding her phone. that night certainly ranks as one of those "best of times/worst of times" events.

it was a great night initially. she called me about midnight and we talked for over three hours. at that point, we'd already begun losing saturdays and tuesdays, so having a leisurely, extended conversation, especially a completely unexpected one, was a real treat. the conversation was light, easy, fun; we were -us-.

then about 315 she said "oh shit, gotta go". that was the last i heard from her until the next morning. i got a voicemail from her that said "(sigh) bf found the phone...". wow. i knew immediately that a) she'd had a terrible night and b) everything had just changed.

g-d did it ever.

she's closing the office early today. (shit, why didn't i think of that? i hate being caught unawares, especially when it means less of her). and then she's gone for almost five days.

she'll have five days. with no distractions.

they'll have five undisturbed days together.

i wonder where she'll be when she gets back..