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[onefellswoop]

That's fortunate, Jack - my Jack - for I have only just begun with you. ;)

Nor are you so far from me, even in this period - four entire hours! (plus change!) - of absence. We are crowded by memories, are we not? Of touch rescinded too soon. (To be fair, there isn’t time enough in the world to touch you as I should like.) Of a stolen lunch spent in warming arms, time at once stretching endless and blinking past in mere moments.

Puppy, Puppy; in the shop, I see your image still. I turn, and I expect to meet your honeyed eyes. I blink, and mistake some shadow for a peripheral glance of you.

Here I stand, and dream on you.

My throat recalls your lips.

My hand traces the ghost-form of you, even in your absence.

My hands drifts along the desk that held us near.

You must, my Puppy, survive these hours ahead. For I demand your persistence, I require your persistence: I must replace these ghosts with the fact of you. (A truth in this newness of romance. A truth that I expect will accompany romance our romance? this romance our romance through its every stage.

New, established, and venerable; I expect our eagerness will shake us all the same.)

And I’m quite certain I owe you a kiss. Would you dare to expire, when still that hope awaits?

Four hours. A bit of loose change. And I will meet you with that kiss.

If only you can endure!