It’s all over. We both knew it would end, had been counting down the days, and now it has finally come to that last day; the day when we draw a line underneath so many things and simply move on.
Yesterday my lover completed her final examinations – officially, although there were no examinations as such, just a talk together and a recap of everything that has happened over the last few years for her – and walked away from an institution which has been a major part of her life for so long.
Of course we celebrated last night, I hardly need mention that the celebrations together we more than just exuberant! We laughed and joked, we made love, we ate, we made love, we drank a good deal and made love. It was difficult getting out of bed this morning, not just because we had really, really overdone everything – from the drinking right through (and especially) to the love-making – but because we really just wanted to carry on, with the love-making at least.
This weekend is going to be one of relaxation, perhaps with a little trip out somewhere, perhaps we’ll just stay at home.
She has three good job offers already, all as a private nurse, all very well paid and all ready to start whenever she is ready. The choice is going to be a hard one, she tells me, as there are so many things which need to be weighed up in her decision. But I know her, she’ll make the right choice.
I have all of this still before me: university; study; long hours with books, paper and pen; tension and perhaps panic over examinations. I’m looking forward to it, just as she did when she first began this course, and she’ll be there for me throughout, and that makes a great difference. I just hope that I won’t be crabby when things don’t go right for me, when little things bug or irritate me; I hope I don’t get on her nerves or unsettle her. Future thoughts, future worries; nothing to do with today, with our weekend of celebrations together.
Love & Kisses, Viki.