Writing in the land of missing him has seemed insurmountable. But I must. Everyday I don’t speak is another day that I’m not connected to myself and to him.
I heard a lyric this morning that reminds me of how he makes me feel. There is an unquenchable heat between us. He lights a fire I knew was there but never had any kindling or oxygen.
I wanted to share the song with you. Two weeks until he’s in my arms for a glorious week of time. My life is measured now in time. The time until he’s with me.
Enigmatic Amor 
time is endless… sometimes i wonder if its all a dream… i have been poorly of late and have not written as i should have, but i am feeling more myself, and i must be content with words, that sometimes He reads. i know He will come back to me stronger, but oh …. time is endless x – much love x
Yes, Miss Agatha, write as I am. It is easy to get lost otherwise.
Hugs
just remember to always be gentle with yourself …
❤❤
Master has disappeared for a while. it kills me when He does… but I know that He needs time… so that is all I can do, give Him time and be there with a joyful loving heart when He resurfaces
I’m so sorry to hear that. He is blessed with you and your patience.
it is i that is blessed x
i so understand the endlessness of time and want. Writing is a challenge, but photos inspire a bit and spurts of thoughts come. Wondering of worthiness of words offered, so the difficulty lies in opening the spigot in anticipation of… something.💜
Yes, oh yes. So, I will open the spigot and await the rain.
Thanks my friend. 💕
dearest one… He sent a single x (kiss) last night. no other words, just a single kiss. makes a whole world of difference x
Aw, that’s wonderful Hon. 💕
kisses to you x