Back to Reality Then......

I am sitting here in the full throes of a Love Hangover....It's been nearly 3 hours since the heavy-hearted drop off at Airport gates and I have moped around this house lost as to how to get back to where I was mentally 72 hours ago. (This is the 8th time I've done this, but it seems to be getting progressively worse.) I have eaten chocolate, listened to Sade, drank a sorrowful glass of wine, all while lying pensive in an overly hot bath trying in vain to smooth over my attachment. It never ceases to amaze me the transformation that takes place over these love-crazed long weekends - I go from almost anxious to even be setting foot back in a relationship type setting, to fighting the overwhelming emptiness of her departure...I loathe my weepy airport eyes as I walk out to the Park-n-Fly alone.
Mostly I float along in a self-contained bubble of my own thoughts and plans...Taking care of me and only me, comforted by my way and the consequent self-satisfying moves, But alas - maybe I do truly long for co-habitation again... My favorite part of this flawless visit was sitting at the kitchen table after gorging our silly-selves on a huge breakfast feast - reading the paper and sipping coffee....All the while with my foot atop hers.