JUST BEFOREย MEG RETURNED TOย CANADAย we went to Frogmore gardens for a walk.
It was on the way to the airport.
A favorite spot of mine, I said. It spoke to her as well. She especially loved the swans, and especially one that was very grumpy. (We named him Steve.) Most swans are grumpy, I said. Majestic, but sourpusses. I always wondered why, since every British swan was the property of Her Majesty, and any abuse of them, thereby, was a criminal offense.
We chatted about Euge and Jack, whom she loved. We talked about Megโs work. We talked about mine. But mostly we talked about this relationship, a subject so immense it seemed inexhaustible. We continued the talk as we got back into the car and drove to the airport, and kept talking in the car park, where I dropped her on the sly. We agreed that if we were serious about giving ourselves a chance, a real chance, weโd need a serious plan. Which meant, among other things, making a vow never to let more than two weeks pass without seeing each other.
Weโd both had long-distance relationships, and theyโd always been hard, and part of the reason had always been lack of serious planning. Effort. You had to fight the distance, defeat that distance. Meaning, travel. Lots and lots of travel.
Alas, my movements attracted more attention, more press. Governments had to be alerted when I crossed international borders, local police had to be notified. All my bodyguards had to be shuffled. The burden therefore would fall on Meg. In the early days, it would have to be her spending time on planes, her crisscrossing the oceanโwhile still working full-time onย Suits. Many days the car came for her at 4:15ย A.M. to take her to set.
It wasnโt fair for her to shoulder the burden, but she was willing, she said. No choice, she said. The alternative was not seeing me, and that, she said, wasnโt feasible. Or bearable.
For the hundredth time since July 1, my heart cracked open. Then we said goodbye again.
See you in two weeks. Two weeks. God. Yes.
