more on LDR's

so now ... where was i...i had decided to stop ranting and bitching about herself's addiction to living in the usa. ah... the wisdom of age! of course i was still bubbling on a kind of very low simmer ... i'm not old enough to be that wise...

now herself's computer had been down, out of commission, kaput and herself had not read said whiny, bitchy blogs. until...omg who would have known ...her friends read my blogs, yoiks! most of my lady's friends are engaged in the practice of psychotherapy, as indeed, is herself. so what would be more natural than for them to inquire...

"how do you feel about eryll's blog?"

"how do i feel about what?"

hah! hah indeed!

never the less, our relationship has returned to a more even keel. in all truth, herself is a writer...
she would rather i wrote about her than i not write at all.
my lady was eventually persuaded that everything i write about her, is in fact, a love letter. which, strangely enough is actually true.

due to the small problem of an ocean between us, i may not always be able to wrap my arms around her but i expect i will forever "wrap my words around"(thank you daniel)her. herself is, after all, the most intriguing woman i have ever met.

i will always hold a little hope in my heart, that one fine day, herself will feel an irresistible urge...
to move across the atlantic and pitch her tent in the green hills of ayrshire. after all, how many women have such an opportunity... a chance to cohabit with such an interesting, impossible, adorable, aggravating, intelligent, unemployed, nomadic type of character?