There’s nothing like watching yourself say goodbye to the man you love at the airport. You’re doing your best to keep it together. He might detect a hint of moisture in your eyes. But your breathing is steady, your voice sounds as usual, your words belie the turmoil you’ve disguised so well.
He says he’ll be back, he has to go home to get a few things in order. You don’t know what things. For all you know, he has a wife there. But who are you to quarrel.
To his back as he walks airside you whisper, ‘Farewell, scoundrel’.
If you’re interested in reading about how I keep coming up with ideas, I shed a little light on the process in my second mslexia guest post.