When I write this blog I usually try to make it interesting to someone who knows nothing about me. This one will not be like that. I have some thoughts I need to sort through and I'm going to be kind of vague. My apologies - please tune in tomorrow for a more coherent blog.
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There's an expression, "if I had more time I would have written a shorter letter."
That's how I feel lately. I can't quite find the right words to express myself so instead I just keep talking... typing... word after word not really summing up my feelings.
Distance... time... how we communicate... it doesn't seem like I should be able to feel this way. And yet I do.
Generally when creating a connection with someone you can see them, hear them, touch them. Ground yourself in their reality. That's why this almost feels like a dream. Like this thin thread of communication following phone lines and cables across the continent could be severed and I would be left. Floating. Grasping. Wondering if it was ever really true.
However I know my feelings are real and therefore he is too. Out there... hopefully thinking of me half as much as I think of him.
And when I fall asleep at night I think of him and when I wake up I think of him.
How did this happen so fast?
So many words - words not adding up to the sum of the whole.
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There's an expression, "if I had more time I would have written a shorter letter."
That's how I feel lately. I can't quite find the right words to express myself so instead I just keep talking... typing... word after word not really summing up my feelings.
Distance... time... how we communicate... it doesn't seem like I should be able to feel this way. And yet I do.
Generally when creating a connection with someone you can see them, hear them, touch them. Ground yourself in their reality. That's why this almost feels like a dream. Like this thin thread of communication following phone lines and cables across the continent could be severed and I would be left. Floating. Grasping. Wondering if it was ever really true.
However I know my feelings are real and therefore he is too. Out there... hopefully thinking of me half as much as I think of him.
And when I fall asleep at night I think of him and when I wake up I think of him.
How did this happen so fast?
So many words - words not adding up to the sum of the whole.
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smaptie:
Well gentlemen aren't supposed to talk with people like you! I think they pay them afterwards but no talking.
smaptie:
Opps to early...aww they are being snarky. So cute. Ok I think I have this Tardis down now. Off I go.