I really shouldn’t be writing this post.
It’s just after midnight, and while it’s no longer Valentine’s Day here in Australia, the most romantic day of the year (according to Hallmark) is still going in other parts of the world.
That’s where I was supposed to be today (or yesterday, depending on your time zone). Angie and I had arranged to meet up in Canada and spend a few weeks together. And we were going to time it so we could be together on Valentine’s Day. That’s why I shouldn’t be writing this post. I should be enjoying my time with her instead.
But Fate, it seems, had other plans.
Due to a series of unfortunate events (but without Lemony Snicket), she’s there and I’m not. And so on the day we’d like to be together more than ever, we’re half a world apart.
I did get to chat to her briefly on Skype before she boarded the plane at Heathrow, but it wasn’t the same. And now I have to wait till she finds a decent Internet connection before I can talk to her again.
Not quite the Valentine’s Day I was hoping for.
I miss her terribly, and I can’t wait to read her words, to hear her voice, and to see her sweet face and that smile that makes everything seem okay.
Here’s hoping I don’t have to wait too long.