I taught my last seminar of the conference today.
The conference is over, the booths are packed up and the woman who I cannot stop thinking about has never been farther away.
Little Miss A* is sick. I am here in Vegas and she is home in Hoboken. I will go to the electronics store and buy some crazy wires, boards and components. Tonight I will invent the first fax machine that sends and receives soup.
Irk, she doesn't have a G.D. fax number....
Being apart from her now is supposed to be harder. Spending a weekend with her in my arms was suppose to be the tease that made me hurt more. I expected this past weekend to spoil us and make being apart again unbearable.
Don't get me wrong, I miss her. I wish she was here now. I closed my eyes for the 2+ hours that we talked tonight and imagined she was laying next to me while we chatted.
Crazy truth of it all - I don't miss her more now than before the weekend. Somehow I feel peaceful about the miles between us. Somehow this weekend gave me the greatest gift....
I have faith.
Our being apart is now only a small technicality, not the major feature of our relationship.
We will be together.
How? I have no idea...
I don't know the details, I only know the big picture. I've only read the first chapter of our book but this weekend I peeked to the middle chapters and glanced at a few paragraphs.
I cannot explain why, but I know, deep down inside, what is coming in the chapters in our book. The chapters not yet read. The chapters not yet written.
No mother-effing shit, this is a great feeling.
(I have some other posts in drafts that I cannot get right. Funny crazy non-A* things about Vegas. I will get them up when they are ready)
...gotta go take care of a problem. There are too many stragers at poker tables in this town suffering from too many chips in front of them.