I remember thinking it was all a dream. It was like being asleep and being completely aware that what your subconscious has cooked up is not real.

But everything was real. Your kiss, the walk through your city, a precious jewel located in South Australia and the moments we spent making love or simply watching TV.

From the moment I felt your warm embrace (shortly after I cleared customs and found my way to your airport’s common area) to the moment I reluctantly left your presence, I felt at home. And home is wherever you are. I learned that the minute you visited me in America and I took you to my home.

But the dream ended. I would have forced myself awake if I knew it was going to end. Now I’m left with an emptiness I find difficult and unwilling to fill.