On the old-and-too-familiar road back home. Nashville passed away in a blink. I hardly noticed the roaring of the plane, the lurch as we touched Nashville soil, the rush of icy cold, the first breath of Tennessee air, the miles stretching ahead and behind. I hardly noticed anything at all. Anything but the hollowness, the hole in my chest. I left the biggest piece of my heart in my Ales hands. Only a hundred miles from home now, and all I want is to be back in Italy to spend one more day, hell, one more hour. Its a petty thing to whine over this. I do apologize. I should be grateful, and I am. I am home safely. I have been fortunate enough to make this trip at all. I still have my love that stretches across two continents. But it isnt the same, and I miss him terribly. Repeating the mantra given to me by my Twin: its only temporary. And then while Im away Ill write home everyday, and Ill send all my loving to you.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 04:13:53 +0000
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