She woke from a dream of their London bedroom – their books stacked by the bed, his breathing beside her. A sharp pang: how far she’d travelled from that shared life to this solitary one in Brazil.
She messaged him on WhatsApp. He replied with a smile emoticon, said he felt nostalgic too. The dust had settled; they’d made the impossible possible: separate continents, new realities.
During their last months together, she’d often thought: very soon I won’t touch his head like this anymore.
That evening, writing in her diary, she noticed the date. It would have been their twenty-first anniversary.
Heart breaks with this one!
I love the crisp language in this. You do so much with so little. 👏