Tuesday takes me home....

We are in the past tense.

It is Monday night and I am laying on the couch across from him. I have already showered and my hair is dry. Tomorrow morning I have a job interview, and it takes me over the bridge.

Seemingly, whether it be night or day, my trip to him is always pleasant. The weather is wonderful, and traffic is not so bad either. My trip there was wonderful. A crisp autumn day carried me through the back roads to get to him. leaves scurrying to and fro as my Jeep goes along the winding roads. I almost get the feeling I am on a mountain road, but I know that I am not. I am surrounded by trees, most of which are still wearing their fall clothing. It's a nice Sunday afternoon.

I walk quietly through the back door and tip toe through the house but he catches me. "Think you're slick, huh?" I laugh as he squeezes me and hold me tight. I guess I did think I was pretty slick until he grabbed me! He runs his fingers through my hair and steps back from me, holding me at arms length taking me all the way in, as though he had not seen me for weeks, for months. We parted ways on Thursday, on Thanksgiving. It does feel like forever.... when I am not with him.

All the while my bags are wrapped around my wrist and I drop them to the floor and take off my jacket. He sits on the couch and says, "Come here, you." Who am I to argue? He pulls me down onto him so that I am sitting on his lap, my legs wrapped around him. I have given him fair warning that he will receive a million kisses when I get to him, and he does.

Every night with us is the same. We have fallen into a routine. He took me to dinner and we went shopping afterward, and then back home. We settle in for the night. Watch tv, cuddle, snuggle. Who could ask for more?

Every morning with us is the same. I love it. I love him. I feel his hand on my hair and skin, his lips on my face. This happens quite early, but I never mind.

He looks across the couch from me on Monday night and I wonder what it is that he is thinking. "What is it?" He tells me I look lonely and joins me. We lay there together and watch tv and I nearly fall asleep laying there with my head in his lap and him rubbing my hair.

Tuesday morning is no different. Or is it? I have noticed changes. Changes in how he looks at me, and talks to me. A little bit of this and a little bit of that here and there.

His hand runs through my hair and he kisses my lips. I find myself here a lot, in between awake and asleep. I used to pretend I was asleep when he would do this, but I don't anymore. I open my eyes to him and I smile. He smiles back and says, "Good morning sweetie." "Good morning."

I know that I will leave soon and not see him for a few days and I don't like that feeling. This morning, he doesn't either. He seems to hold me extra tight, our bodies meshing with one another. Finally he says it. "Well, I guess I better get up and start getting ready." It is 5:11 am and he rolls out of bed. I turn back over to my side of the bed and as he walks around he covers me up. It took no time for me to fall back asleep.

Suddenly he is there telling me goodbye.. It feels different, though. For the past couple of weeks, things feel different, and I know I am not crazy.

Normally he would bend down and kiss me goodbye, tell me he loves me, all that good stuff.

That morning he squatted down just beside me and moved the hair from my face, putting it behind my ear. He traced the side of my face with his finger, down along my jawline and gave me a kiss. He looks into my eyes and it feels like he taking my whole face. Like it is the last time he will ever see me and doesn't want to forget a thing.

He kisses me and tells me he loves me and to have a good day and drive safely. He wishes me good luck on my interview, but he doesn't stand up yet. He touches my face again, and kisses me once more.

Finally he stands and tucks me in, running his hand across the length of my body and bending down for one last kiss.