It’s been three LONG weeks since Perry left and my heart breaks more each day. Seeing him via video chat every day and talking until my phone dies isn’t enough. I need more of him. Instead, I’ve busied myself with getting the shop and the clothing line up and running, but I fucking miss him. Almost like a limb or something. I am supposed to be working, but instead I am thinking about Perry and wishing he was inside me. God, I have turned into a fiend. He has done this to me. I want him all the time.
I am going to Boston tomorrow. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen him. I finally found an apartment that I have been slowly decorating. Despite my money, my style is what you would call a shabby chic. My couch came from the thrift store and it looks like it’s from the 1960’s with orange and fringes. It is hideous, but it’s all mine.
My parents are in town right now and I am avoiding them like the plague. My grandmother keeps trying to get me to go over to her house, but I have been putting her off. I have no desire to see them. Nor to hear a lecture one more fucking time about how I am wasting my degree. In fact, a dual business/fashion degree can do nothing but help The House of Danvers and the yet to be named Crawford boutique
I cannot deal with them though. Don’t get me wrong I love them, but they have got to cut the cord already. Thank God it’s almost time to go. I am so excited for this weekend. I have been renting a small office building on Main Street that will be the headquarters for House of Danvers. My office is still bare, but I am slowly working it too.
Migan and I have worked out some of the kinks of owning this business together. We still have a lot to work on, but we are getting there. We decided on an even split of the profits. Since she is investing her talents, I am not making her repay my initial cash investment ever or any subsequent ones the company might need for five years. In five years we will reevaluate our business arrangement.
In the last few weeks we have gotten close. My absolute favorite part of the day is when Torran Jorgensen comes in with the Crawford brothers. Migan totally transforms into a different woman. Normally, she is bubbly and very talkative, but when Torran stops by she stutters and gets angry. He messes with her too. When she is working, her hair is always in pigtails. He tugs on them like a third grader. It’s cute. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was something go on there.
My phone rings and I see a new message from Perry.
Perry: Hey Angel. How was work?
Me: Boring computer setup stuff today. How about you, babe?
Perry: Huge trial prep. I am so fucking tired.
Me: Aww. I miss you so much. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
Perry: Me either. What time is your flight again?
Me: I get in at noon. I’ll take a cab or an uber to your apartment. Is that ok?
Perry: Sure. I can take you to my favorite lunch spot. I took the afternoon off. We can catch up.
Me: Sounds good. Miss you.
Perry: Miss you, Angel. I will call you tonight.
I want to tell him that I love him, but I can’t be the first one to say it though. Even though I love him more each day we are apart. I finish up at the office and head to my little apartment. It’s close enough that I walk each day. Today I am regretting that decision. As soon as I walk outside I am drenched by the rain. Shit. I have a pretty, white dress on too and I still need to go to the grocery store. I need to pick up something for dinner, but since I am leaving tomorrow I decide to go to the diner.
“Hey Cadi.” I say as I walk in.
“Sit anywhere and I’ll be right over as soon as I deliver these plates.”
“Thanks.” I say sitting at a booth by the door.
Finally, she comes over and we chat for a bit. I order and then I am all alone again.
I am a bit pissed that our phone call was cut short. Normally, we talk until I fall asleep. He had to go and do an emergency deposition. I wish I knew him a little better because that sounds crazy to me. He basically called me and wished me safe travels. I promised myself that I wouldn’t be a weird and clingy girlfriend. So, I don’t mention it further.
The next morning, I find myself rushing around because I didn’t pack last night. I was thinking it’s only two days and I don’t need a lot of shit, but that just isn’t the case. Next time, I will be more prepared. Finally, I just throw shit in the bag and whatever I forget I will buy when I get there. Seems like a sound plan.
When I finally get to the airport in St. Paul, of course my flight is delayed by two hours. The delay causes me to miss my connecting flight in New York. Travel hell takes on a whole new meaning. Eventually, I take a train that gets me to Boston seven hours later. I meet him at his apartment.
“Angel. Fuck it’s good to see you.” He pulls me into a hug and kisses me soundly.
“It is. How much time do we have until dinner?” I ask.
“About thirty minutes.”
“Perfect. I’d kill for a shower.” I say. I try to keep the irritation from the day out of my voice, but I know I am failing. I know it isn’t his fault, but it’s hard after the day I have had.
“Right this way, Angel.”
He shows me to his gorgeous bathroom. His condo is cold. He doesn’t have any pictures or knickknacks sitting out or on the walls. It doesn’t even look lived in. I take a quick shower and put my pjs on. I am exhausted and honestly, I just want to hang out with him. I am not one for sightseeing, so we order a pizza and watch a little tv.
We spend all day Saturday in bed and eating more take out. Saturday night he has to go into work. Again, I bite my tongue because I could use the sleep anyway.
He crawls back in bed around three in the morning. We make love until I must be up to go to the airport.
“I am sorry this weekend sucked, Portia. When I come out next month it will be better, I promise. I love you and really want this to work.
“I know. Wait what?”
“I love you, Portia.” I have tears in my eyes.
“I love you too, Perry.” I say.
When I get out of his super sweet car at the airport, he gets out and helps me with my bag.
“I don’t want to go.” I say.
“I don’t want you to go either, but we have to this for now.”
“I know.” I say, pouting. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“It doesn’t.” He pulls me into a melting kiss. That is going to have to tide me over until next month. I can totally do this.
“Be safe and call me when you get home.” He says as I am walking away.
I wonder is it really a home without him? Then again if this weekend is any indication, how can we even last?