House Sitter

The Knight and The Princess-in-Waiting have gone to Tampa for a week's vacation.  I'm here watching the house and the scraggly cat that I can't stand. The house is very lonely and empty with The Knight gone.  I don't like it one bit.  I'm not afraid to be here alone.  But, it's like the house knows he's gone.  Even his big weird fish is moping at the bottom of the tank.  I've been sitting here watching Titanic on TNT.  It's the best love story ever and it makes me think of The Knight.  He told me that I was the catalyst for the changes he made in his life after we parted all those years ago.  This movie makes me think of that every time I watch it. I miss him.  He laughs at me because he says he doesn't get the chance to miss me because we talk on the phone.  That may be true but it's not the same as seeing his face, hearing him laugh, seeing him smile.  His chair is empty and everything in the house seems a little dull.  I know I'm such a dork but I can't help it.  He breaths life into everything I do now and when he's gone I feel a little lost.  I'm so glad he's not a truck driver or one of those guys who fishes for months at a time on a big boat.  I don't think I would be able to handle it.  This will be the last summer that we take separate family vacations.  Six days and counting.  I know I can make it.