It had been a month now without Asha.
When he'd gotten the news that his next business trip was going to Switzerland; we'd freaked out. Unbelievably. He'd go back to Europe.
Him, James and Luke were working for the same company, but since Asha got promoted a year ago, not all of their business trips and times at work were the same anymore. They rarely were.
We both loved seeing new countries and cultures, so when we did hear that he would basically be given a trip served on a silver tray; we celebrated it.
A month. "Not too much" we'd said.
'Him seeing a beautiful new country would make up for the time" we'd said.
But it did not. Not mainly.
He had loved Switzerland. He'd loved every second of it, while I'd loved his selfies, his videos and the entire excitement that I could sense trough the phone and from the other side of the world. Every afternoon we'FaceTimed. Every single afternoon. And while it was only going into the light evening for me.., Asha had always been calling me when his day came to an end, very very late.
Now three weeks had passed. Half of me had a good time. I'd spent a lot of time with Luke, James and Azy surely too. So, when I wasn't spending my time here and there; In restaurants and then parks, I'd been focusing on lots of work as well. The house was quieter than ever. So extremely quiet, if it wasn't for me and Azy to be playing around at the moment.
While I loved sitting on the couch on weekends to watch every single movie that spoke to me, there was this hollow feeling inside of me. I surely exactly knew what that was. Of course my days with Asha by my side would have been looking a lot better, but I had managed before him, no? There was no reason for me to act like life was all monochrome without Asha with me. Even if it was.
When I moved to get comfortable on our warmly decorated balcony, the first thing I looked into was the night.
With the hot cup of tea in my hand and a short glance to the clock inside, I sat. I didn't enjoy nightmares. Especially ones that woke me up at three Am.
But something in me was in some kind of way grateful for them, because if I had never gotten these, I'd have never gotten to know the shooting feeling of this.
This. The feeling on the balcony that surrounded you, just because you felt your happiness from the sky, especially at nights when you finally had gotten the clearest of views. Away from the sun and it's ways to keep the stars away.
Sometimes I had asked myself how come. How come you felt this comfort and how did every person feel their personal joy of all kinds of things? All these different things? Was this fondness inside of you for these certain things there all along or did it just develop with time?
I smiled. I sensed. Then I finally slept.
Azy's barks came from around the corner, and when I took a look at her visibly excited self I indirectly wondered if she felt that Asha was coming home, even if not today but tomorrow. Still, her excitement was mutual. Asha would be coming tomorrow.
I would be at work at his arrival and had insisted on coming earlier to pick him up, but when he'd told me his business group would be having their own bus anyway, I'd dropped it.
Not knowing what to do with two way too eager souls, I turned on my forever favorite movie to distract me and my hyper nervous dog...Minions.
Twenty-one hours later I left work with a smile so bright like never before. I turned the corner left to our home and my heart felt like bumping out of my chest any minute. He'd be home. My Asha would finally be home after four long weeks.
Turning the keys and opening the apartment door, there he sat; Azy on his lap and playing with her black fur.
Immediately his head lifted. His lips parted and a smile spread on my lips as I closed the door. Letting Azy go, he got to me in fast steps and before I even moved, I felt a pair of two arms around me. Asha pressed me against chest: grip so very strong. When I got to wrap my arms around his neck, I pulled him down to me; letting out all of the feelings I've felt this past month.
"Elany" Asha whispered and I held him tighter to me by the sound of the voice I've missed so much. "I've missed you" I breathed out. He buried his face into my shoulder. "That was the hardest month of my life. I've longed for you everyday"
His words were muffled but I still made them out.
When I pulled back, I noticed his eyes glistening. I felt the tears coming up in me too. He smiled. My lips mirrored his own, before I pulled him in to press my lips on his. Instinctively my body heated up and all the feeling of sensation I've last felt a month ago overcame me in a wave of comeback.
"I love you" I muttered. "Please don't let me leave ever again" He only responded, before snaking his arms around my waist.pressing the forehead against mine. "Yeah..." I bit my lower lip "...okay" He stared at me.
In the blink of an eye my top was off and we stumbled into the bedroom with my fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. Moments later he softly laid me into bed, him on top off me as we undressed and got rid off the remaining sticking clothes.
When he quickly disappeared from sight, I was met with the view of him with the familiar little package in his hands. We smiled.
"I love you so much" "I love you"
And so we gave ourselves away to the despair. The Lust. And most especially the Love.
