H called and the conversation went well. He was happy because he liked the poem I had given him as an anniversary card. He apologized for being a "basket case" and said he thought the distance between us was part of the problem. He said "It's easy for me to imagine the worst when I'm far away. If you can't touch it, you can't feel it." This gave me the perfect opportunity to say "That's how I feel when we don't have sex or cuddle. I guess I just need to be in touch more literally". He seemed to understand what I was saying. The rest of the conversation went well and he volunteered to take me to the theatre this weekend (but then he groaned when I said I wanted to see the musical version of The Graduate). Yay!
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
