Mere hours separate us now. Let this time of longing be sweet. Five excruciating hours between this moment where I lay in the darkness typing this and the moment you emerge from glass doors at the airport.

Time takes on such a different quality when I am with you and when I am not. Time, it appears, is controlled by longing. You know how this works. The more you ache for it the slower the seconds tick.

But I don’t want to think about all that right now. I will have plenty of time later when seconds drag, minutes crawl, hours genuflect – the moment you walk away from me. Right now I want to stay right here in this moment. This moment is unique and inimitable. Wabi Sabi: imperfect, flawed yet absolutely singular. This moment of wanting. This moment of leaden waiting. This moment of screeching restlessness.

This is where I am staying. Soon, you’ll be here too and the world will look like everything I’ve ever wanted.