Stay

I've never been a girl that was satisfied with an ordinary life, or that dreamed of weddings and kids and white picket fences. I've never wanted to be the typical wife, and I've always needed my own space and my own time. And so when I met you, nothing changed except that all of my dreams, all of my ambitions, suddenly involved someone else. I have spent a year chasing those dreams, following my heart and experiencing the world and here we are on the eve of being so close to being done with the constant airplanes and red eye flights and short weekends together, and all I want to do is to know that when Sunday comes around, I can just stay and not have to return.

I sit here alone again tonight, after working late, after three weeks of non-stop, missing home, missing you. This gets harder everyday, every second. It's exhausting. I thought for a while that I didn't need you, that I didn't need what we had, that I would be fine on my own... and I would be fine, but that's all, just fine. I am better with you, more alive, more me. And I've gotten to the point where a phone call will have to do, and even after weeks and weeks of not seeing you, you're always there in my mind. I am going round the clock, working crazy and never stopping for a moment, and still I see you, I see us.

So sometime very soon, I will wake up on that Sunday morning and roll over and smile, because I will know that there will be no flight that day, there will be no leaving and I will just be able to stay.