Once Upon A Time In A Motel Room

I remember one time I was sick and I called him to tell him I had a bad cold. We had plans for that night. We always had plans. He asked what I wanted to do about it. I told him I wanted to disappear from the world and just sleep. He said he'd pick me up in an hour, to pack an over-night bag.

Upon picking me up, he asked if I really wanted to disappear from the world. I said yes, at least for a day or two. He asked for my cellphone, turned it off and said he'd give it back eventually. I didn't say a word.

We checked in to some random hotel somewhere. A place I've never seen again. I remember the room had a tacky hot tub in the middle of it and we couldn't stop laughing. We joked how it would have been perfect if I hadn't been so sick.

I got in bed, he left to get food, I woke up the next morning and he was by my side, watching sports and drinking coffee, the food he'd picked up the night before was on the table and the smell of fresh coffee marked the beginning of a new day feeling better.

He'd do things like that from time to time. And although I know we're better off apart, sometimes, when I remember these awesome little moments, the little things that say so much, I miss him, from the bottom of my heart.



Side-note: I've been diagnosed with Bronchitis and Laryngitis. I know it's nothing major, nothing that I couple of days of rest and antibiotics wont cure. I'll check in tomorrow. I'm lucky, I will still be alive.

*Currently listening to Window Seat by Erykah Badu*