"I'm going back to 505,
If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs"
I'd said I'd call him when I got home.
13 mins later he rang me.
With his serious voice he asked if I was still en route home. And then if there were any people around me, could I move away.
Immediately worried, "What have you done?" He says nothing. "What are you about to do?" He says nothing again, it's what his company will do for him.
"....what?" I ask.
"So I got a call from the team..." He pauses.
"About the second interview?"
"Well a bit more than that. I've got the job LJ" he says in a quiet voice.
Cue immediate tears and muffled screams. The teenage girls looked at me like I was crazy. I think I stopped breathing. This was it, it had happened.
"They said no one was better for the job than me" he continued.
The blood is roaring in my eyes and my heartbeat is off the chart. He's coming back. He's really coming back! I keep repeating it in my head.
"Hey LJ, I told you I'd be back in 6 months" he says, cocky and self assured now.
"7 actually" I remind him, sniffing and smiling knowing today is the day it will change.
"Semantics. I'm back in 5 weeks, we can argue in person" he says, I can hear the smile in his voice. He's happy, he's excited, he's moving countries!
I'm just sooooo overwhelmed and its not even me who got the job. Fuck. He's coming back!
21st January!
He's coming back.
I'm so not crying again!
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