Valentine’s Day

So another VD over but oh my what a yummy one to savour for the next year. Not even 24 hours together to share it but every second felt like it could have been as though we’d spent a  lifetime together. Hmm…now that doesn’t sound like it’s a good thing if you read it one way! It is though, it is! What I mean is that it felt so comfortable, so easy, so natural, so everything, to do what we did and even what we didn’t do. Resting in each others arms was as glorious as…well…you can guess…some of it.

The only downside was having to say goodbye this morning but even that has it’s upside as to say goodbye to the one you love means that you can say hello again all over again the very next time. Thankfully my next hello will not be as long in the waiting as this one was. Two weeks apart is not good for the soul you know. Not good at all.

So, cards and presents exchanged, champagne consumed and the flat trashed (well, not exactly but it’s not as pristine as it was!) and I thought I would be sitting here heavy of heart and morose of mood being alone but I’m not. I’m not because I have my memories already stored and my dreams of tomorrow only just beginning. I’m not because to be loved means that you can never be blue…just a little off colour perhaps now and then…but never blue. No, to be loved by and to be in love with my angel, is to be in bliss.

Big smile here.

I love my girlfriend

Plain and simple.

I tell her often but I think, sometimes, she might forget. Probably because of my personality being a little bit different from hers. Anyway, this blog was not to go in to details but just to say, obviously,

I love you

The written word falls apart in the modern age

It’s a shame but the medium that I love the most can cause the worst kind of pain.  I love words, be they singular or strung together to concoct some kind of story. But, and this is important, when those words are no longer being spoken but appearing via a text message then all hell can break loose.

I thought chat windows were bad enough but at least you had room enough to portray something of the intent and emotion behind what you were trying to tell someone. Text messages though, limited by size, are a danger to sanity. There is no way you can infer to somebody, nor they read in to what you have written, the true meaning of it all. Even those smug yellow faces don’t help.

Was it always this way? Did letters cause as much confusion? No I don’t think they did. After all, I am old enough to have written enough over the years and on occasion still do. Maybe cavemen had the same problem with their clan trying to decipher exactly what the bison with a spear sticking out of it actually meant.

So, why this blog? Because I read a series of text messages yesterday that caused my brain to read them 100% one way while the author of said messages wrote them (almost I guess) 100% in another manner altogether. The end result being my heart smashed through the floor, as I believed someone incredibly special to me was being prized away. Thankfully my smile is starting to reappear and spirits clawing their way back up after speaking words rather than reading them.

Bleak (fiction)

Standing looking out of her third floor window on to the communal car park down below she felt something wasn’t quite right.

It was black outside. Cold. But she could still make out the pools of rain slightly shifting the reflection of the moon. The refuse bags were awaiting their early morning arrival of the mechanised monsters to gorge themselves on the decadence waste of others. Something was amiss.

As her gaze slowly withdrew back through the windowpane to close the curtains she suddenly caught sight of herself reflected and realised what it was. She had nobody to turn to and tell them she loved them. Her fear of telling people she loved them meant that she would never have someone to tell them she loved them.