Leaving her was torture. In a matter of seconds, my heart was torn apart; beyond repair. Sometimes, I look back, trying catch a glimpse of her sparkling emerald eyes, with the usual hint of humor in them. Of course I'd never really see her. I couldn't even see Earth. Traveling around the solar system does things to me. I feel close to her in my sleep, when I dream of her, no, us. We walk around town, hand in hand. watching movies, going on picnics. At the end of every dream she would turn to me and say, "I love you, Chris."
"I love you too," I would reply. She would pull me into her embrace, and I'd feel that I had never been so close to her. Then she would kiss me, right on the lips. That was the end, every night. I never liked those kisses, because when I wake up I never feel so far away.
I was going to enter this in SciFriday Challenge 18, but I missed the deadline. I wanted to publish it anyway.
THIS IS THREE YEARS OLD
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