On the night before you left, we didn`t get to sleep. Never again, I told myself and you, I would burden our love with an early departure, knowing well that come the time of choosing between the luxury of a slow goodbye and saving what little money we have, we would probably push that promise into the back of our minds. How often do we need to let our mind rule over our heart until we decide to change our course? On the night before you left, we didn`t get to share sweet love, there was no space for deep embraces and soft kisses, nor murmured whispers of devotion. On the night before you left, we packed and ravaged until early morning hours, departure inhabiting every cell of our bodies, as if we wanted to press all the things undone, unsaid, unprepared into the last remaining minutes together before…. I remeber lying down next to you, putting my head to rest on your shoulder, as if I wanted to hold on to this body, heart …