if this isn't a test of faith, i don't know what it is.
my fabulusch pink fone died today. and it's one of my bestest friends. it's one of the gateways to you.
one of our past discussions went like this: what if we didn't have any of the technologies available to us today, just like the lovers of olden days? would we thrive in faith and trust? would we be alright with just the promise that the other is coming back? can memories and hope sustain us?
what do you think love?
next week, i will be on my new job. with the pink phone gone, and with my work hours engaged, will we be ok? i know what i have to do to protect and sustain us. you are still my priority, sweetie. but will you be alright? it will be a huge change from what we are used to. a disruption of our routine, so to speak.
but i have grown in faith, love. and it's funny that it is distance that had to teach us this valuable lesson. (but i'm still allowed to be insecure once in a while, ok?) :)
don't worry though. a week from now, our names will be in the victorian registry. and you know what that means.
(thank you Lord, for papa fredo's help.)
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by lei at 10:11 AM
yup. i asked you that because i was sure i will be. history suggests that men are trophy grabbing creatures. the more he gets the more he is edified. i was subjected to that kind of thought before. then came you. when i had you. i never have to have anything more because you are my all. it's as simple as that. even though the distance, the coming week's hurdle, less time talk, etc., i am sure that i will protect this. i have to. i need to. you know the reason why pretty.
although i would want that pink fone to live. :( i want to share everything to you. and i can't do that as often now.
little more days Lord...