Payb Takes Book 3

Close To You 2

"That guy smells like a girl." That is probably the thought in people's heads whenever I walk past them or sit near them.

They may think that but I don't really care. Today, three days since we were together, I can not content myself with your scent inside my room after I sprayed your favorite perfume, your used shirt on a pillow that I hug each night, our video calls whenever we find ourselves alone, your framed picture on my bedside no matter how cheesy that may be I still want to keep one where I can see you before I close my eyes at night, thousands of miles away from you. I can't be contented by the things I have to leave behind the closed doors of my hotel room because I miss you too much, my wife.

So today before I stepped out to see more of Houston, I sprayed myself with your perfume instead of mine. That way, I feel like you're somehow wrapped around me, that I am somehow close to you.

"Bago matulog Menggay, paggising Menggay, ngayon pati amoy mo Menggay na din. Ang lala mo na." Mama Ten teased.

Oo, malala na nga ako. Oh eh ano ngayon?

If people could see inside the shopping bags I carried, they would see half of them filled with shoes, shirts and other items for you. You would probably scold me again for buying you too much stuff and paying a lot for the extra baggage but I can't help myself, Love, I love you that much.

When I walk in a shop, my eyes automatically zoom in to items that I know you would like so I end up walking over to that section and looking at items for you, even occasionally engaging in muttered arguments with an imaginary you.

At that point people must've thought I was mad but I couldn't really argue with that because I am in fact madly in love with you, Mrs. Nicomaine Dei Faulkerson.

Anyone who recognizes me and finds me like this might think one of the following things: The rumors propagated by my bashers are true and that I am either gay or a womanizer for smelling like and shopping for a woman or that they are false and that I am a love sick man who can't wait to come home to my one and only Nicomaine.

We both know which one I am and I am proud to be mad, love sick and crazy for my wife.

Time check: August 14, 4:45 am, Houston Time

I just got off from a video call with you and although you tried to cheer me up, I am not any less lonely. I don't miss you any less, my love.

I still long for you, yearn for you, crave for you probably even more. My heart, my soul, my entire body aches for you and all I could do is hug this pillow close and stare at your face until I fall asleep.

My only consolation for this great yearning are the suitcases already packed on the floor and that in seven hours and forty five minutes, I will be on a flight home to you. 💛🍃

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Unbeta'ed and not proofread.

Another super short update. You could imagine how I'm trying to squeeze these in between chores. 😂 I type like crazy whenever I get ten to thirty minutes of quiet time to myself.

I apologize for that. I hope to give you longer updates next week after the wedding. 😊

Thank you for reading. ❤️