In a few days I head out to the gulf for an extended stay on the waves doing.. y’know. Work stuff. The job definitely keeps me moving and i certainly like that. It almost distracts from this knot of crazy in me. I think its been there the whole time but has recently gained a rudimentary intelligence and learned to kick me in the gut when im not paying attention.
[And 20 days later]
First task complete and a few complications finds me in my bunk in the middle of the night (for me) unable to sleep (again) on this, the last day of my teams assignment. In a few hours a helicopter will whisk them to the helipad and from there to all points. I get to stand on one of the lower decks and watch them go. I am.. strangely okay with this. There is a bit of a stretch between this hitch and the next so, while the boat and it’s crew go about circling the mighty floating superstructure, I will complete some maintenance and do a little recovery work on our workstations and servers on board. Its kind of romantic, really. Im hoping i can get a new room assignment out of the deal tho because lying in my bunk to type this got old after line 6.
Ive been.. distracted, WP. Ive been typing elsewhere when i should have been typing here. Isnt that always the way. And still, I open the app and here you are- waiting for me. You dont complain, you dont ask me all the questions you have every right to ask me. You just fold me into you and make it better again. No judgements. You are always exactly where I need you when I need you most and I so very rarely take the time to thank you. But you are always in my heart.
“What would it mean to say- ‘I loved you in my fashion’ ?”