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“I’m sorry.”  
    “Stop.” I can hear the emotion in my own voice. I don’t want to leave, now or ever.
     But we both knew at some point it was going to have to happen. “I’ll be home on Friday
     and we will have nothing in our way for what, six weeks? Before Montana.” We haven’t
     talked about Montana, but I’m hoping she will be coming with me. I’m going to be there
     for three weeks, with little time for a break. If less than three days is like this,
     three weeks will surely kill me.  
    “I know, it’s just—”  
    I wipe another tear from her eye and we drive out of the setting sun and into the
     drop-off area for terminal four. It’s another few seconds and she is pulling over
     to the curb to let me out. I take a quick scan of the terminal; it doesn’t look like
     anyone is here to snap my photo this time. Thank stars.  
    She pulls the e-brake and we both reach hesitantly for the handles of our doors; eventually
     we open them and climb out. When I come around the front of the car, Cami is opening
     the trunk to pull out my bag. I’ve left nearly everything I own at her place, at her
     request. “So you’ll come back,” she said last night. There was never a doubt in my
     mind that I would come back, but I can understand her logic. We’ve spent so much time
     together; thinking rationally hasn’t been our strongest ally these last few weeks.
     She’s afraid that my getting away from her will clear my head. But I know that the
     exact opposite is what’s true. I know I am going to miss her like crazy, and I know
     that when I come back to her, it will be a sweet reunion.  
    She closes the trunk and sits gingerly against the front of the car. “Come ’ere, you,”
     I say, and she slides effortlessly in between my legs and I wrap my arms around her,
     kissing the top of her forehead. A part of me wants to tell her she’s being irrational
     with her reaction and that I’ll be back in a couple of days, but I can’t because this
     is killing me too. “I love you,” I say into her hair, and she squeezes harder. I can
     feel a small wet spot forming on my shirt and I don’t care. I hold her tighter to
     me, and I don’t want to let go but I have to.  
    “I love you too,” she says, standing, then stepping away from me, slow and hesitant,
     back toward her side of the car. I take her hands and I kiss each one as I slowly
     step away onto the curb. She doesn’t let go of my hands until I turn and one no longer
     touches hers, and then I take a slow, painful step forward, and another, before our
     hands fall away from each other. I turn back and I can see the tears in her eyes,
     which causes my own eyes to water. I give her a small smile and she smiles in return.
     I slide past the automatic doors and into the terminal. Turning back one last time,
     I see her wave to me and I wave back.  
    I round a corner inside and she disappears from my line of sight. I want to run back,
     climb into her car and go back to her house, but I press on — up the escalator then
     on to security. Before I know it, my flight is called and I’m on my way to Los Angeles.

TWO

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    Cami
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    I wipe the tears away from my eyes and climb back into my car. “This is so stupid,
     why am I so upset? He’ll be back on Friday.” I keep trying to talk myself into putting
     the car into first. Then finally I see a clearing in the traffic; without thinking,
     I throw the car into first and peel out.  
    I decide to take a drive, out of the way, before heading back to my condo. It’s been
     so long since the Spyder and I have had a run on the freeway. Traffic leaving the
     airport is a bit of bitch, but I know once I get to the fifty-one, I can fly. I pop
     open the sunroof; it’s a hundred and twelve outside, and I know I can’t run the car
     like this for long, but I just want to open her up. When I finally clear the Camelback
     area, traffic evaporates in front of me.
    The Spyder hugs the