I’m about half an hour away from home. Where I have someone waiting for me. This is the place where I should belong. But I can’t help missing the part of my heart that remains too many miles away. The part that gives color and meaning to my life.

I’m tired. I know now the meaning of weariness. And I yearn for you. Many times each day. Every day of my life. All it takes is for evening to fall. Or the taste of cold beer on my lips. The strains of one of our hundred songs calling me back to you.

I don’t know why I continue to take one step after another, taking me farther away from you. Maybe what keeps me moving is the knowledge that this is what I should do, and the promise you extracted from me to give it one more good try. Even if my heart isn’t in it anymore. Maybe if every other part of me takes the leap, one of these days, my heart will follow suit.

For now, I console myself with the thought that this – even this – I do for you.