Shifting gears is tough. I’m now in absent mode, apart from Tommy for the three weeks before our teams meet in New York. It’s after that when hell comes calling because all we’ll manage is time at the July All Star break, a three day holiday for those not selected, then play each other in August when we have series two weeks apart. Life scheduled, that’s us. At least I’ll have him in three weeks, and it’ll be four games this time, that extra day a treat.
First day of shifting to non-couple mode is hell because Tommy is still on me, his touch lingering, things he does to me, I do to him. Things he says. He texts me early, saying at least he’s in the same time zone. He’s due at brunch with his friends. Some West L.A. cafe.
Wish I was there, I text.
Me, too. In spirit, always.
Always.
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