Three sleeps, two sleeps, one sleep and Duncan is back in Fort Worth again. On each occasion I drive the pink jeep up the street, anxiously looking for a site of him and then there he is smiling with his packs about. I'm instantly struck with the emotion of homecoming. Does he feel what I feel? Is he glad to be off the beaten path or just tired and needing a quiet pause? I imagine myself liken to the women of sea captains waiting for their husband or lovers to return from sea. Instantly I'm overjoyed to see him, kiss and hug him but then I know he leaves me again in a very short week.
A week of bliss and knowing it may be the last time to hold him...I'm taking a risk giving my heart to a wanderer, a seeking of knowledge and adventurer. My own lot in life keeps me in harbor even though my heart yearns to fly away. I feel the sadness stirred in the incredible joy Duncan has brought to me. I regret nothing!
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