The Final Countdown

StudyingOne of the very few benefits of The Girl Who Makes Me Weak In The Knees living in another time zone is that I will often wake up to an email that she wrote to me right before she went to bed.

Such emails get my day off to a wonderful start, especially when it’s gloomy and rainy and I really don’t want to get out from under the warm covers before sunrise to go for a run.  It’s hard not to run, however, when a flirty email from the girl I love mentions how awesome I am for running so much.

Like me, she has a way with words, Modern Philosophers.

In this morning’s morning’s email, The Girl With The Big Brain informed me that Finals begin tomorrow.  Which means that her Trimester is ending.  That her Summer Break is coming.  And that she will soon be back in Maine.

Needless to say, I had no problem keeping myself distracted on my run this morning.  There was a light mist falling, and I remember running into my coworker Robin, who was out walking her dogs, but the rest of the 3 miles is something of a blur.  I’m surprised I didn’t just keep running and end up two towns over as I was so lost in my thoughts.

The Girl’s coming home is a very anxious time for me.  You don’t have to be a regular follower of this blog to know that I miss her terribly, that I often write horrible poetry about how much she means to me, and that she was the driving force behind my starting this little writing endeavor.

Our relationship is complicated.  She’s been gone for so long, and when she does come home, her family and friends demand all her time.  She is without a car, so it’s not like she can just sneak off to The House on the Hill at any time.  I try not to get too excited about her coming home so I’m not disappointed if I don’t get much time with her, but at the same time, it’s all I will think about until she goes back to school.

So you might understand where my head was on this morning’s run.  It might have literally been attached to my shoulders, but figuratively, it was all over the place bouncing from thought to thought about The Girl Who Speeds Up My Heart Rate.

I know I did run because I snapped out of my Deep Thoughts to discover that I was standing in the driveway of The House on the Hill, out of breath and drenched in sweat.

just run mileThe best runs are the ones you don’t recall.

Let me wrap this up by wishing my Sweetheart the best of luck on her Finals.  I know she doesn’t need luck because she is the smartest future doctor in that joint, but she does get nervous before her big tests and my words always calm her.

As for me, I’ll be counting down the days until her return.  I just hope it’s a countdown to happiness.  I could use some of that right about now…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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23 Responses to The Final Countdown

  1. When you see The Girl Who Melts Your Butter please tell her “Hi” for me. I don’t even (and probably will never) know her, but I like her a lot. She seems to be a a very fine Young Lady.

  2. My is doing the jitterbug. Shucks. I can’t wait for her to come home either. 😀

  3. That’s MY heart I’m talking about. See. I’m all shook up!

  4. It’s lovely to feel this way about someone. I wish her luck with her exams, and I hope the time until you see each other goes very quickly!

  5. I’ll hold a good thought for you both…that she does well on her exams and that you get to spend plenty of time together.

  6. ksbeth says:

    crossed fingers for you )

  7. Maybe the two of you could run together this summer. She can start at her place and you from the House on the Hill…meet in the middle for a little alone time. Makes sense to me.

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