They had such little time together. It went so fast that it seemed, just as soon as they were together, wrapping their arms around each other in a passionate greeting, they were then saying painful, tearful goodbyes. They both had lives separate from each other, someone waiting at home, but their hearts remained ever faithful to each other. The duplicity of their lives weighed heavily on their conscience but the love they had for each other could not be denied. They had tried to be true and deny the love they felt and the need they fulfilled in each other's arms but the pain and emptiness felt from their separation and denial was too great for either of them to bare.
So, once a month, they were whole. Once a month for thirty-six hours they were together to bask in the glory of each other. Their separate lives, their spouses, their kids, their jobs and the five hundred miles that kept them apart, melted away into nothing. Nothing existed but the two of them. They swore to themselves and to each other that the lies would end and they would eventually be together. That in time, they would have done all that was necessary to ensure that breaks were clean, children were sheltered and money was saved so that they could finally be together, for good. The timeframe had been set and though neither of them wanted the separation to extend for such a long period of time, they knew that they really had little choice. They had to prepare. When the time came, they had to be ready and the breaks had to be swift and clean. Careful planning was the only way.
Often they would alternate their meetings, near her then near him and sometimes meet in the middle, in some small, out of the way town where they could pretend, even for a short time, that there really wasn't anyone else in their lives. They could pretend they were simply on a weekend getaway from a life they shared together. So it was this time as well, that they met in a city that was a halfway point between them, making the trip for both of them a 6 hour drive.