It happened, we were together, against all odds, the universe brought us together. The world didn’t implode, although perhaps it should have done, the emotions were strong enough to tear a hole in the space/time continuum but the time constant continued, reality clinging tenuously to the universe through our mind blowing experiences.

As you’ve read, that time came to an end and as much as we willed that not to be so, we found ourselves apart again, 6000 miles which might as well be 6 million miles, I’m here, she’s there, that is a fixed fact. ouch, ouch, ouch. Distractions is all I focus on to make the days bearable without her. Fuuck.

I have to admit, I skipped work a little bit, I’m supposed to be above that but I couldn’t.fucking.concentrate on anything but her and our experiences. The new week arrived, I’d bitten back the tears, put on the big boy pants and immersed myself into the professional world again. (ouch is a constant). My first meeting quite a significant one seemed to go well, I made my points, well received, what the hell… “By the way, we should do a US workshop, needs to be on an aggressive timescale”

“Yes, get on that, make it happen as soon as possible” said my new boss. WTF universe, you scored again, just days since I held her in my arms, tears washing down my cheeks not knowing when we’ll see each other again, you just made it so we will be together. I can only assume we are part of a universal plan, part of a greater picture. We must be destined to do great things together, it feels so right. The pieces fit, we fit, balance..

Now I have a new distraction, thinking about holding her this time next week, in the airport, cab, hotel… oh my… Holding hands, jet lagged, taking in the sites and sounds of a new city together, pondering the universal plan for us. Nothing will matter, anything will go. Sigh.

Today was another good day. Fate (god, universe, overseeing deity – not to mention alarm clock) had us spending some quality time together, walking the mall, whispering quietly in a phone booth (I didn’t tell her I was in a phone booth). Visiting stores and flummoxing store staff by talking as if she were there. She was, to me, transported across the vast distances with a phone and a headset. I love that doing everyday tasks and chores with her elevates them from the mundane to the mind blowing, discussing life, love, parenting, business, runners, shoppers, geniuses, sex, travel, cars, money, sex…. mind blowing. It’s so easy to lose track of time, heart sinking when I realise we have to return to our respective lives, our souls returning to hibernation until the next opportunity to speak when they awaken and sing and dance together, transcending the distance, entwined in the clouds.

Dawn is approaching here and night has fallen there, the void of our respective nights are hardest for both of us, she gets the pain first, then I wake and ache, searching for distractions even before my eyes are open. Another day closer to seeing her though, what to pack, what to wear, distractions, distractions.

To you, my universal, soul singing goddess. You are quite simply everything, I’m going to hold you soon, whatever it takes. I need to. Thank you for spending your precious time with me, virtually, remotely, intimately. I love you.

Universe. Thank you, thank you. By the way, I hate the nights, can you fix that?