That last week went by fast. The band got the schedule and it was all East coast locations. We sat at the table and made a plan for me two visit twice if I don't add any more events to work to my schedule. I had already booked a lot of weekends since it was almost fall. He didn't have any brakes when he could come home due to distance. He reassured me every day that week that he will call every morning and night. He promised to pick me up from the airport and that he would make sure I enjoyed my visits with him.
One the night before he took me back to his land and we talked about what we will be doing when he gets back and what I will be doing while he is gone. I was secretly just hoping to just over book myself and not think about him being gone too much.
It's been two weeks now and I have gotten a call every morning and night. So far it's been okay. Only one night of tears not having him with me but not horrible. I fill my days with grocery shopping and cleaning. I think I deep cleaned the apartment the third or fourth day a bit too well. Aaron was getting scared. I have gotten all my editing done and got them all printed and sent them out. I have six weeks before I go to see him in South Carolina. I have two weddings and three personal shoots. I even booked two graduation photos for some seniors. Aaron has been preoccupied with her new guy friend. That's what she calls him. Sense he hasn't wanted to make it official yet. I was on my fourth batch of cookies when she came running through the door upset that he was still seeing other people. That he just wasn't relationship material.
"Cookie?" I ask her holding up the pan.
" Yes" he grabs one of the chocolate chip ones off the counter and sits down on the stool. " I'm done with him."
" Okay" I say, setting the tray of cookies on the stove top. " What is going on? It's only seven. How did he mess up so fast?"
" He told me he has been seeing two other girls and doesn't think he can be committed to just one person." she explains
" Well then good reddens." I told her " How about pizza and wine?"
" I thought you were no wine Ronnie now?" she asked concerned
" He left so while he is gone we can be us.'' I say knowing I could use the time with her. " Let me get pants on and I'll run to Gloria's"
" Let's both go." She suggests standing and looking around the kitchen. As I enter the kitchen, now with pants I look up at her. " You realize we will be so fat when Bridge comes back right? This is a lot of cookies."
" I wanted a variety and I needed to stop watching TV. I had already cleaned and my editing was done. I deep cleaned the whole dark room and organized all my personal photos and still had too much time on my hands." I tell her I'm a bit too frazzled.
" Oh yes, Hun wine is needed tonight." she says, giving me a hug.
We make our way to pizza and then swing by Gloria's to get two bottles of wine. It has become such a routine they just know what we are doing at the pizzeria. They just wave and smile. They don't like to give updates on the chemo or check ups because they know we will worry more. We just talked about life and they asked where my boyfriend was at this time. The last three times we went he was with me. I just say on tour and try not to talk about it much knowing I was going to answer his call soon.
Gloria's was no different. They smile and say that they miss the band. They say they are going to try to book them again when they come home. I walk out the door quickly and wait with the pizza. I was now in the same spot when he walked into my life. This is where it all started just a few months ago. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and I see his brown eyes appear on the screen.
" Hello love." he says on the other end. " How was your day?"
" Six batches of cookies. Cleaning everything and now pizza with Aaron." I tell him " I am standing in the very spot you first talked to me."
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Aperture
RomanceA love that lasts is hard to come by. For Ronnie and Bridge it was almost impossible. Music and photography such different careers. But love is forever and sometimes the aperture to the end of the journey.