It's that time again. 4 a.m. headed to the airport. You didn't get to stay here as long as last time. Sitting in the parking lot, you give me a look in your eyes asking if I'm ready. I nod yes and we head up the stairs. You check in your bags and my heart starts pounding like the beat of a drum. They call your ticket number. Here we are. You give me a final glance. I look in your eyes and collapse on the ground. My quivering lips whisper, "I don't want to do this anymore." You kneel down beside me and hold my hand. "I'll always come back and you know it." I gather myself enough to give you a hug. You kiss my forehead so gently. You go in to board. I watch nervously through the glass walls separating us. You manage to catch my eyes. You give me that one half smile that you make a lot. You know, the one you always give me when I say something precious? Once again, I lose it. I slide down to the floor and sit there. Tears flow from my eyes. Here comes the lonely feeling that you always managed to conquer. You fight to protect all I've ever known, while I stay here and fight the unknown. I hopelessly sit there for hours wondering, when will I see your lively body again? Will I get the chance, just one more time, to come pick  you up from the airport or will I arrive to see your lifeless corpse? This is what crosses my mind every time you leave me. This is what it's like being in love with a fighter.