the air is crisp, the sun is shining and i am filled with joyful anticipation. on tuesday 2nd october, herself arrives at glasgow airport. it has been two long months since we were last together. in my book, one day apart is too long and sixty plus days is just ridiculous.
long distance affairs have their own perks and problems. one of the perks being the fervent emotions aroused by separation and distance. we have never quite managed to move into the mundane, the every day , because our time together is rare and therefore doubly precious.
the problems ... well i would never dare to speak for herself, so you will need only to endure my view point!
arguing over the phone or via email is big time dangerous! no eyes to read, no body language to understand. feeling slightly off, bit bitchy ... wanna make trouble? the long distance relationship is a quagmire of sinking sand, dip a toe in and before you know it you are eating grit girl. herself is a master of disengagement, when she is mad, well, she is mad....
communication zero!
i have written some of my best poems whilst grovelling and begging for forgiveness. three years together... i have learned, i don't look for trouble any more ... life's too short. plus... for me ... there is only herself. the woman of my dreams, the writer of tales, the mender of minds, my muse and my mentor. five foot nothing of fiery new yorker, italian extraction...could i ask for more.
when she talks about italian cheeses, omg it sounds like pillow talk.
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