My very lovely boyfriend had flowers delivered to my office on Monday. He always sends my favourites – a white and green bouquet filled with heavily fragrant lilies and soft, delicate roses. My inner princess revels in these deliveries.
But really, he sends me flowers because he’s gone away again, and we won’t have much proper time together again until Easter. Which, in the depths of a wet and windy January week seems like an entire eon away. I know those of you in long distance relationships tell me that the separation gets easier, that we’ll adjust and nothing can stay so stressful for long. But it’s scant comfort when half of my proper self is somewhere else.
I’m a teeny bit grateful for the first sprint of distance – it gave me the space and clarity to really cherish our time together, and remember all the small and silly reasons why it works. Sometimes, when you’re a just-a-little-bit-controlling type of person, it’s too easy to get lost in the bigger picture and leave the love behind.
But when there’s no one to help clear the dishes, empty the drier, run to the shop in the rain or listen to your silly work grumbles, you remember how much they did matter. How all those little things are the foundation of our future.