She’s coming, again. Less than a week since we said goodbye and i walked from her airport gate with silent tears streaming down my face, she’s coming here, to me.

Complications are she’s not well and I’m worried, 6000 miles between us means I haven’t been able to care for her as she needs and she can be a little resistant to advice from afar, even from me as a doctor!

Realistically I think I instilled the need for sugar just in time and hopefully she’ll heed my advice, she really only needs to get here and I’ll make sure she has all the care she needs. She’s the most important thing in the universe and as such she needs the appropriate universal care. She’ll get that from me, that’s for sure.

I watched the sun set tonight knowing it was six hours before she would and, actually, it’ll arrive when she’s in the air heading this way. It was a good sunset but reminded me of the unbelievable distance between us, the planet turns too slowly for me to share the sunset with her when she’s home.

Home. Where is that. Where the heart is? Right now my heart is 5473 miles away and closing, 30,000 feet on the air. Its the only place I want be, the only place I belong, at her side, mopping her forehead and feeding her… you guessed it… sugar.

I’m now outside staring up at the sky, the stars are out and the big dipper is bright and clear, next time she sees that she’ll be with me, where I think she belongs, wherever we happen to be.

I’ve been alternating between numb, yearning, aching, impossibly powerful loving since we parted, a roller coaster doesn’t do it justice. Need is too simple a word, I have to have her with me. I’ve no idea where or how that’s going to happen bit it’s a constant, a certainty, the only way.

She’s flying now and I know she’s sick and scared and that hurts me more than anyone can know, I’m wet with tears but knowing that she’ll land here and, if I have to I’ll carry her to the car when she arrives. The fact that she’s made the trip against all odds tells me we feel the same. Whatever happens we need to be together. Crazy, perhaps but true.

Just a few impossibly long hours until she’s here and I’ll hold her so tight, just a few. Almost unbearable but I know it’s a constant, it’s going to happen. Be safe my love, eat sugar, please.

My love, my everything, never have I felt like this, be with me soon, safe. Distance is no longer just an annoyance.

Universe, I beg of you to keep her safe and deliver her to my arms, I’ll do the rest while you think about what happens next, please, please.