While it’s good to be back home with my teenage daughters, I am going through withdrawals. I miss my sweetheart terribly. We had nearly two whole weeks together, more than we’d ever managed before, and we still couldn’t get enough of each other.
The situation is a bit complicated. I’m not sure about how much detail to go into here, because she is a very private person. I, on the other hand, blab just about anything to anyone — something I’m learning not to do. Still, having been raised in California, it’s my nature to over-share.
The plan is to have her move down here sometime this summer, but that’s no longer a sure thing. It depends a lot on factors out of our control.
I do know one thing. I love her with all my heart and soul. I love her without measure. I love her forever and for always. Without her, I will become a monk. Seriously, a monk. This is the last relationship I will ever be in. It’s her or nothing.
I can go on and on and on about how wonderful she is, but that would just embarrass her — as I’m sure this is already embarrassing her. So I will stop.
So, I wrote some on my novel while at airports and on airplanes over the last few weeks. Anyone else working on their novel, still?