it was his taste and smell that inevitably drew me in. the lingering scent of vanilla on the breast of his jacket that filled my nose and being with an absolute joy. i hugged him hard, pressed my cheek to his, tiptoed to match his height. i was always trying to match him.

but today it was different. there was no competition, no contest or victor, when i looked at him pacing by the window with the light accenting his every move. the sun made slight rainbows only known to me that danced above his head. the mild breeze through the open door cried sonnets of love into my ears. i felt my heart begging to cry with it.

i reluctantly noted the luggage at his feet as i tiptoed once again to kiss him goodbye. goodbye for good.