There’s always hope…there is. There has to be if this love is to remain strong and true. From the moment our lips embraced each other, I felt the truth. I didn’t just know…I felt it. Our eyes locked in before we separated our bodies from one another. This was the broken moment. This was the honest moment. This was the time to say goodbye to my one true love.

Your dark hair being carried off by the winds of the airport terminal, as your petite curvy body hustles through the security check points to gate 34. I watch you. Until I can no longer see your dark hair…your beauty…your eyes…I watch you go.

You might be leaving the United Kingdom, and you might be leaving for a while. But that smile, those lips, those tiny cute feet of yours will be landing in Malta…where my soul and my love will continue you to be with you…just until my hands, my lips, and my entire being will be one with you again.