Another goodbye
Just saw my wife off at the airport. Waiting to catch the train back home now.
We've done this enough times now that I'm not cut up every time we have to say goodbye.
But the final moment--the last touch, last kiss, last good look at each other--always takes me off guard. Trying to bottle up three seconds that will last me the next six months. I felt like I was literally tearing myself away from her.