Until it’s gone.
“You’re leaving?” She asked me when I was packing for yet another business trip.
“Major crisis in Hongkong. I’m sorry, Babe.”
“I love you” used to be her favorite words. Nowadays, it’s “never mind” and “it’s fine” to my “I have to go” and “I’m sorry”.
Trying to make it up to her, I spent an hour in the Duty Free looking for the perfect gift.
Every time I come home she would greet me with a kiss. Today, however, I was greeted by an empty closet and a note from her;
I have to go. I’m sorry.