Partner, parted, partition. I turn these words over and over with a silent tongue until they cease to be words anymore. Soon it becomes meaningless, a mantra - soothing even. As I type this very post, Eduardo flies at an altitude of some 30 000 feet - bound for Paris. My day began with a goodbye.
I am not sad. I'm just hollowed out. The vacant feeling frightens me but I know it will pass.
What excitement this parting conjured up! Secret gifts and hidden letters - a flurry of emotion from each of us. In the face of solitude I feel a magnetic closeness to him. What is the sweet without the sour?
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