Parting is such sweet sorrow

I look forward to each meeting but invariably become a little despondent when it's time to part.  There is still this nuanced thought, this deep-seated reflection that has taken root in my mind, this sudden burst of creativity  that I might want to share with him. There is so much more to me......so much but so little time.

Rationally, I know we will always meet up again but it is not so easy.  With our schedules, I can't just say "let's meet for coffee now" or "I want to see you; meet in half an hour"....a luxury people take for granted is a privilege for me.

If I could, I would say to Shakespeare that parting is not such sweet sorrow. It might seem like sweet sorrow to Romeo and Juliet because the only thing standing between them was their families' enmity. They were free to pledge undying and everlasting love to each other "Tis but thy name that is my enemy" (Act 2, Scene 2) but ancient bloodshed and family feuds are not at play here. Reality is.

We treasure the time together; even if it's only for an hour, even if it's to steal a quick 5-minute reprieve to hear each other's voices. We do not expect much except to always be each other's confidantes. To be consistent and not frivolous; to be there even when the whole world isn't; to always believe and cherish.

I just wish there were more than 24 hours in a day.