It’s Tuesday and I’m sad. Timezones suck when you are trying to have a meaningful conversation with someone 6000 miles away. My alarm clock went off as she closed her eyes.. sigh..

Don’t get me wrong, when we did speak yesterday morning, evening, night, morning, (not sure which way is up most of the time) it was funny, sexy, sad, serious, sensual, challenging, sexy…. well quite simply f*cking incredible to be honest and therein lies the problem, I don’t want the conversations to end. The usual twists and turns of thoughts in conversation, questions lead to more questions. “What makes you ask that question?”(with a flirty smirk) are missing. It’s infuriatingly intoxicating and downright addictive. When she asks me a question I smile and answer as succinctly as possible to optimize our time, mentally chalking up the counter questions and philosophical debates, (not to mention downright passionate abandon) that cannot be achieved in snatched moments of our disparate days and lives. The list of those branches or diversions in threads have now reached mind boggling proportions. By my current count, I think we’ll require about 17 days of “head on chest time” just to cover the immediate incomplete dialogue. That’s not considering the obvious high proportion of “not talking time” which is equally racking up a massive deficit. Considering that “in person” conversation is going to lead to a new myriad of diversions, threads and branches, roads and avenues, I’m not sure there’s enough time left in the universe.

Is it obvious now why I ache when we can’t communicate, I know the deficit is growing. The world being round seriously sucks when every part of your being needs to be with someone on the other side of it. I’m having a not so quiet word with the universe (seeing as it’s already starting to come through for me on a number of counts) it needs to help me out with some time folding concepts when we do find ourselves on the right continent.

On a plus note, since I got up and she went sleep, I’ve traveled for a couple of hours, had an “interesting” meeting, written this and now it’s almost time for her alarm clock to go off and soon we can start the surreal cycle again.
I have butterflies…

Thank you universe.