Everything will be OK. Everything will turn out right. Everything will be sweet, satisfactory and well worthwhile... in the end. And is this the end? No. It's way past the start and past the middle too, but the story I am so concerned about is still far from told. Perhaps I can't force it to a premature conclusion. Maybe I have to let it take as long as it needs. A friend once told me, If I want a recipe for success, here it is in one word: Relax. Ya…sure easy to say for her!
I prefer my three word phrase try 'create a diversion'. Perhaps the best thing I can do is look elsewhere while a process unfolds at a natural pace.

A dream that lasted 7 days

As walked out of the airport departure lounge, the brush of the hot air and the sticky wind felt like a rush into my emptiness.

When I sat in the car, I glanced at where he was sitting earlier…I so wished he was still there!

The dark curtains didn’t let the light in so when the alarm went off at 7:30 am, it felt like 3 am and I felt too weak to get out of bed. I turn around out of habit to wake him up…with my eyes still closed… held out my hand to tickle him….

I sat on the bed…. soon started to get a distinct sense of deja-vu… it took me a few seconds to register where I am…It all felt like a dream…he wasn’t there anymore…and my sweet dream has lasted me only 7 days!