I can't believe it has only been two days since she left. It's felt like a lifetime.
I did hear from her yesterday via a quick instant messaging session. As it turned out, after we said our final goodbyes, and after I watched and waved as an escalator on the other side of the security check took her out of my life (perhaps forever), her flight was delayed by four hours.
Four hours. The airlines robbed me of four hours. What I wouldn't give right now for those four hours. If I had known, we could have gone out somewhere, and shared a little more time together.
I think she was genuinely touched by my gift to her -- an 18K gold diamond-cut maple leaf charm on a chain. It's something she can wear around her neck, near to her heart, as a reminder of her connection to Canada, and her connection to me.
I thanked her for turning around and waving (four times), and she told me she was very sad. I was very sad as well. I still am.
We got to chat for barely 10 minutes -- Rose (nhrn*) was so tired she had to crash, although at the same time I got the distinct feeling she didn't want to go.
By now she should be at her parents home, which only has very poor dial-up access to the Internet. She didn't know when she would be able to get online next, and the difference in timezone makes it difficult to find each other online. I really want to e-mail her, but don't want to smother her. It doesn't help that she had left a boyfriend behind when she came to Canada (although they hadn't been dating for long). We have a strong connection together that is obvious to everyone around us.
Everything is just so raw right now. If she asked me to, and if we could be together, I'd drop everything right now and fly out to Germany to be with her. Everything between us always felt so natural and so right, and we made each other so very happy. And we're both sad about being apart right now.
We do still have some work to finish off together, and I promised her I'd send her a few things she couldn't pack. So I know (or, at least, I'm pretty sure) I'm going to hear from her again -- I just hope it turns out to be an "absence makes the heart grow fonder" situation, as opposed to an "absence makes her realize she only spent so much time with me because she didn't really know anybody else". Because I've had way too much of the latter in my life -- the women who spend their time with me because they're lonely and I'm kind and decent, but who don't actually care about me beyond my ability to give to them.
Rose really doesn't seem that type, and everyone who has met her has told me that. I hope they're right. But then again she was a young woman away from her home for only the second time, and this one being the longest she's been away from home and family. Maybe now that she's back in her own country, speaking her own language, with her old friends, old boyfriend, and family, she'll forget about me. I'm probably being stupid, but it's one of the things I fear the most (the other being never seeing her again).
Ah my Rose, you affected me so much. You walked into my life, and we found such a bond with each other. And now you're gone. I always knew you would eventually have to leave, but I got so used to having you around now that you're gone there is a huge gaping hole in my life where you used to be.
At least I can say I never took you for granted, and that I was able to give you one incredible final week in Canada. We toured Banff together, hiked up a mountain next to Lake Louise, flew to Toronto together (boy were you surprised!), had a brief tour of Toronto, my home city together, had a wonderful last meal downtown together, drove that last trip to the airport together, and you donned my necklace and embraced me before we parted ways, perhaps forever.
Please come back, Rose. When you donned my necklace, you said you were only borrowing it, and that you'd bring it back. I don't want it back. I want you back, and will be counting the days until you return.
Yaz.
*(Not Her Real Name)