Every time we meet I can’t wait to say goodbye. I long that farewell hug that says more then everything we’ve ever told each other since the day we’ve met combined. That hug that places your heart in front of mine and blends our heartbeats into one again, and in the void that’s between that beat, in that glimpse of existential silence in which only you and me exist i feel them speak - “we are one”, our hearts tell each other.

Every time we meet I can’t wait to say goodbye. Those short moments in between the time we understand our time is over, but before we part, are charged with a different kind of time - a denser time. As I hand you back his leash, in itself a token of acceptance of this fate we’ve carved in the space between our drifting souls, I feel the tears emerging from within. Then we part in opposite directions, always exactly opposite directions, and a tremendous wave of hurling pain hits me as the tears break out and cover my face - and i feel alive. so alive.

Every time we meet I can’t wait to say goodbye. One more goodbye. Our meetings get shorter and shorter. We look less into the past, behind each other’s eyes and more into the future in the sky. The uncertainty of “if” and “where” and “when” feels almost as real as the thing itself, and that uncertainty covers me as an epic tale covers the mind of a child - overwhelmed with passion and fear, with magic and bravery and thrill - with a sense that great things do exist and that the journey has only begun.

Every time we meet I can’t wait to say goodbye, and feel like the luckiest man on earth, for when we do say goodbye, when we do part our ways, i’m left with only one wish in my heart -
for us
to someday
say goodbye again.