I see my shiny blank calendar as it sits flat, wide open on my desk. I stare at blank pages. The phone rings- and as I glance at the caller id, I jump with excitement.

We chat about how the day went, laugh, share and inform one another of the new and interesting people we have met, tell each other about the latest gossip going on in our offices, and even discuss how delicious my pasta was, and how our workout went earlier that morning. We follow up with an outline of our hectic schedules for the rest of the week, and how there is not going to be time for anything. We then fill in the empty space on our planners by penciling in our flights.

On the line is my man- my love, my soul mate. And we live our day-to-day lives through a phone line. Although we physically can’t be together to reminisce over the past day, we do our very best over the phone as if there weren’t even thousands of miles holding us back from each other.

Our conversation always ends with, “I can’t wait to see you in this many days, or its almost here I cant wait!” We tell each other how much we love one another, and how we wish we could spoon in bed tonight. Although it may seem like it could get old, having the same conversation over and over is what I look forward to at the end of my chaotic day. Because in the end, nothing is more exciting then hearing the voice of someone you love.

Although currently our joy in life lies in awaiting one another’s arrival at the Southwest gate, I know that once I complete my work on the other side of the state, I will be able to be in his arms forever.

And when we do see each other every couple weeks, when we get off that plane, our hearts pounding with excitement, when we run through the terminal, when we jump into one another’s arms, and kiss as if it is our very first time…

We don’t notice people around us, but I know they think were crazy. Some are in awe of our vibrating energy, our happy demeanor and passionate body language. They don’t know that we are apart during the week, they don’t know that we are hopelessly in love and in lust. They don’t know that for weeks all we both thought of was this very reunion for the whole weekend.

I know that when we live together, we sometimes forget to cherish each other. We nag and we complain, we often don’t express our love and appreciation for each other. This weekend I will do his laundry and make his dinner, I will show him how much I truly love him. I will not nag, I will not complain about his shoes in the middle of the room, his toothpaste that doesn’t seem to have a cap on, the wet towel that he always forgets to hang to dry properly, or the toilet seat that he finds impossible to remember to put down.

Instead I will make it all perfect as I watch him fall asleep with a smile on his face. I will think of how one day when we are together every night, I will remember being apart and ignore all of the things that will drive me crazy. Until then, I will enjoy my “honeymoon”.