My love, the distance is great and the time even greater. I feel the space between us creeping again and it makes my heart hurt. When we parted in New Orleans you said that you didn’t know how you could go so long without seeing me. The timing of that yoga conference would have worked out well, but I understand your trepidation. There are hurdles, there are fasehoods, and there are intricate plans that are just too much to bare in the end. I know. I understand.  I write and I text and I tell you about my mind and my heart and try to stave off the increasing gap. I’m getting weary, but I can’t throw in the towel because I can’t stop loving you the way I do.  I know that I can’t dictate the terms of a reconciliation, but it really makes me resent you some times.  Why did I say “until my birthday?”  Did I really think it would be that easy to just wait for you, knowing that you vacillate from 80% to 50% certainty.  I know honey that you have concerns and worries, as do I, but you should know that I appreciate you more than ever and willing to work-out whatever it is that concerns you. Nothing is more important than you. Are we talking tomorrow?