And goodbye until tomorrow
Goodbye until the next time you call
And I will be waiting
I will be waiting
Goodbye until tomorrow
Goodbye ‘til I recall how to breathe
And I have been waiting
I have been waiting for you
Goodbyes are terrible…and I am terrible at them.
You would think after all this time on ships, all this time in a life that constantly cycles me in and out of other peoples lives, that I would be better with the concept of letting those people go for a while. But I’m not. I hate it. I always hate it.
And when I have to say goodbye to Amras? Even just for a little while? That one hurts. That has always hurt. Now more than ever; the next time I see him won’t be until the lead up to the wedding – and until then? We’ll be doing all the millions of little things that need doing (seating charts, RSVPs etc) long distance, something we’ve gotten remarkably good at!
There is a tremendous rip that’s caused when Amras and I separate. We may occasionally drive each other a little bit nuts (name me a couple that doesn’t), but that man and I have been through hell and high water and back again together, and we’re used to having each other around…and when we don’t? It feels…horrible. Leaves a big nasty tear and it always take a while to heal.
But at least it’s one of the last times. When we see each other again in May? We’ll be going to get our marriage license (yup, got to leave that till that last month! They don’t let you get it very far in advance!)
Now if I can just remind my heart of all that lovely logical thinking for the next little while.