insipidly 'poetic

I'm not a very present-roses-to-my-sweetheart kinda dude, I'm much more
let's-meet-up-with-the-girl-and-have-a-laugh, but as you're not here, I live
on the ghostly substitute of memory. Don't laugh. Not having you around sucks.

Sad sAD SAD

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. Pablo Neruda

This is new, let's see what we can do about it.

Recently I've been seeing so little of her but that made me think more about our relationship and how it is progressing.

She said when I was in France she has learned to be more independent. She realized that phone call, physical prescence or not the relationship would still be there.

Although I really miss the communication and closeness, but I guess the honeymoon phase is over right? Does this mean our relationship has matured or has it become stagnant?

This is my outlook...

Our relationship is just like a pendulum. It will swing towards me and I will feel very close and loved like during our chalet BBQ, daily telephone calls and emails. But the pendulum will swing away and you will be distant from me. During this times I feel neglected, ignored and unloved like when I can't reach you or when you're mad at me.

But this pendulum is connected to a line! As long as the line is not broken or cut it will swing back! And I will feel close to you and we will be happy together again!!! :)

This line is our shared memories and experiences. The love care and concern both of us had contributed to the relationship. It holds us together!

miss you dear... you're still close to my heart. swing back to me soon