Busy being in love

I search for your name. It’s an old habit.
But you’re not around. Or sometimes you are.
And we talk for hours.
But you’re still in Costa Rica and I can’t reach you.
And it feels kinda strange, as the old merges with the new.
A different you.

You are home soon. We are home soon!

I’m letting go of the past.
Of this apartment.
Of the last two years I lived here, and everything that has happened since.

I’m ready to move on. I’m ready to move in with you!

To have all the time in the world to discover who doesn’t do the dishes, or takes out the trash.

And perhaps we can get so lost in the present, we forget to take photographs.

Busy being in love.