Chris and Tressa and I went to the Silverhawks game last night. good game...Hawks won 3 to 0. i left my phone in the car, turned off and hidden.
we walked out of the game about 9:50pm, i opened the doors to the car as Chris was finishing her cigarette, grabbed my phone and powered it back up. there was a text message on it, from Boris, asking if we were having a good time in Chicago. as i went to reply, the voicemail indicator popped on.
i dialed voicemail and heard him tell me to not be angry that he called when my phone was turned off. :) i was excited cuz i thought " i just may be able to reach him before he gets on the plane."
i did. we talked for exactly 13 minutes and 33 seconds (Doreen says the number "3" is all about the ascended masters. maybe they are behind some of what is happening with us as a couple or as friends?) while i was standing outside my car, while Tressa and Chris waited discreetly on the other side of the car.
the last time we talked was my first day on the job at the station...Tuesday April 1st. A little over four months. sure, there have been emails and text messages, but hearing his voice and feeling it wrap around me and turn me to jelly? it's been four months.
we walked out of the game about 9:50pm, i opened the doors to the car as Chris was finishing her cigarette, grabbed my phone and powered it back up. there was a text message on it, from Boris, asking if we were having a good time in Chicago. as i went to reply, the voicemail indicator popped on.
i dialed voicemail and heard him tell me to not be angry that he called when my phone was turned off. :) i was excited cuz i thought " i just may be able to reach him before he gets on the plane."
i did. we talked for exactly 13 minutes and 33 seconds (Doreen says the number "3" is all about the ascended masters. maybe they are behind some of what is happening with us as a couple or as friends?) while i was standing outside my car, while Tressa and Chris waited discreetly on the other side of the car.
the last time we talked was my first day on the job at the station...Tuesday April 1st. A little over four months. sure, there have been emails and text messages, but hearing his voice and feeling it wrap around me and turn me to jelly? it's been four months.
there are times that i hate that sleep, as Roy H. Williams says, is the "great eraser."
i can remember the feelings and remember the scent of the trees i was standing next to as we were talking, but i can't remember a whole lot of the conversation. i remember his laugh. i remember some of his questions. i remember the bit of awkwardness as we were hanging up, neither one of us knowing whether it was okay to tell the other we loved them. i remember the sound of his voice...the raspiness of it...as we said goodbye. his voice caught just like mine did. i guess that's really all the confirmation we needed, huh? he loves me still, as i love him.
even as far away as he is, across the planet, he loves me.
and that makes me happy.
and that makes me happy.
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