By

Dayspring

"You know this isn’t anything personal. I mean, yes, it is personal because you and me are, well, personal now. But it doesn’t have anything to do with you. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me, okay? I’m the one who's so fucked up inside that I have to get away, move around, whatever.

"I don’t want to leave you. But I can’t stay and really and truly, I understand why you can’t leave. And see, that’s the thing. It wouldn’t be right for you to come along just to be with me anyway, because this isn’t about being with someone or not being with someone. This is about the need for movement, the skin-crawling, spine-tingling, gut-wrenching need to connect with something. But I don’t know what the something is…or where it is."

"Maybe I come from a wandering people and, while I might not have their genes, I have their mindset. I can stay settled for a while, but then I have to move--not forever--and I have always been able to settle back in the same spot when I return…if that spot still remains.

"I’ll send you postcards or something, so that you know I’m well--and thinking of you. God, Duncan, if anyone could keep me from having to do this, it would be you. But it’s just not possible. There are just periods in my life when I have to travel with the wind, despite what I might be leaving behind."

I’ll be so alone without you,
Maybe you’ll be lonesome, too…and blue.

"I’ve gotten use to you, Highlander, and I--damn it, I’m sorry it took so long to say this--I love you, Duncan. I know you know that, but I’ve never said it because I knew that one day I’d have to walk away from you and I didn’t want it to be harder than necessary. But it’s already as hard as it can be, so I might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

"I’m happy here--hell, anywhere with you. I don’t know why I have this need. I don’t know why I’m…broken like this. But I love you, and I want to come back to you, if you’ll have me. But if things have changed by the time I return, I’ll understand. There’ll be no trouble from me. I’m very good at fading into the background, as you very well know.

"Well, my plane leaves in a couple of hours and you know how long the lines can be for an international flight. Guess I got everything I need. You don’t mind holding onto the rest, right? And if it does get in the way, just rent some storage space and leave the key with Joe if you- if you don’t want me around or something. Do you want to drive me- No. Maybe it’s best I take a cab. None of those weepy airport goodbyes for two manly men like us, right?

"Fuck, Duncan, won’t you please say something? Anything?"

"Take a later flight."

The End

You Belong To Me, sung by The Duprees