He and Mikey are gone---away for a week. Something about a convention, they asked me to go but work and projects due, I couldn’t get away.
They call every day; he calls every night, but it’s not the same.
I’m here in this big empty loft; it’s so quiet.
A whole fucking week, I don’t think I can stand it.
The guys try to help, try to cheer me up. But it doesn’t work, maybe I’ll try to bond with Ben--- I don’t think so.
Emmet even whispers to me, “go on honey, go get laid, he wont mind, much, and we wont tell.”
I thought about it, I guess
I could but I can’t. I
really can’t.
No locks---no locks my tight ass---my heart has been locked for
sometime now, years if I’m honest---no locks.
I wonder what he’s doing.
Is Mikey keeping him out of trouble?
If I call one more time he’ll hang up on
me. I’ll just work on this
project; it’s a big one.
God, this has been the longest week of my life; even when we were
apart ‘the Ethan phase’ I still could see him, speak to
him.
But this is torture.
He’s due back any minute, they called from the airport, everything
went well, they had a great time.
I hear the elevator—I survey the loft, it’s clean, flowers
everywhere, candles, soft music, romantic lighting, dinner is set and
waiting.
The door opens---“Honey I’m home”.
I giggle.
I rush to him, look into the beautiful blue eyes, he smiles up,
we kiss, a long kiss.
We part long enough to breathe and he sees the loft---“for me?”
“All for you---I missed you
Justin”
“I missed you too Brian”