He has just left, and I found myself going to kiss him goodbye. But I didn't. This whole thing is madness.
Every time I see H, and he's ready to leave, there is a momentary pause before one of us reaches out for a hug and a very light kiss on the lips. I sometimes wonder when he leaves if it will be the very last time we do. Will it just fizzle out to doing nothing? I sense that is the direction. I fear it, almost. It weighs on my mind.
