I hurriedly took shower to get the travel-smell out. I had to run for a meeting before I could call it a day. As much as I wanted, I just couldnt talk to Tina. I ached. As I looked around the beautiful city, I knew it meant nothing, nothing meant anything unless it was shared with Tina. My hand feels useless if I cant use it to hold her. My day feels barren if shes not in it. I feel lost when I dont see her. I have always wondered how did I live without her? How did I manage to make sense of life, work, or myself?

At the meeting, I spend a lot of silent moments to steal myself away and think of Tina. I tried to imagine what was she doing? I tried to revise what I need to tell her when I call? I tried to wonder if I should call her here? It was hard. Its so easy with her. Everything is simple and yet so alive. I am convinced this is the longest meeting I have ever attended. I practically abused the cab-driver for driving within speed limits. I needed to get to my hotel. I needed to call Tina.

I changed as I picked up my phone. To call my love. She was three hours behind me. I was telling myself that I had spend extra three hours missing her. One ring and she didnt pick.second ringI was on the verge of growing anxious when my angel picked the phone. I can just recognize her breathing, her silence. I could hear her smile as I asked her, if she was okay? She didnt answer, I knew she saidnow she is okay! I drowned in her laughter as I told her my travel adventure. I whispered to herthat I loved her. I savored her words as she said she did too.

As I put the phone down, I tried to sleep. I wanted to hold Tina, I tossed, turned, stared at walls. I wanted to kiss her shoulder, her neck, her lips. I read, I watched news. I sleptafter hours of doing nothing. I slept out of exhaustion of doing nothing. I slept wishing I was with T.