I have a shirt that says so; I have a heart that says so by filling to the point of hurting when I think of her 528 miles away.

She was here yesterday morning. I saw her off. we got a full bonus day on tuesday because her flight was canceled.

I have an angel on my bedroom wall. I have an angel on my nightstand. i have a beautiful angel--not of mercy but of patience, understanding, and love--who is now 528 miles away, but on tuesday, we side by side, facing each other on the bed, she held me while i cursed my legs in frustration. crying, i told her that I wanted to cut them off.

they had done they best they could but i was tired of them. I wanted them cut off so that I could rip off God's head and shove my legs down His neck.
For a good 5 minutes I hated God. My angel talked me Down.

I'm not tired of my legs now.

But the literal distance between me and my angel sucks.
St Albans is calling me. I will get there.
it is not as close as we want to be; but, for now, it will be close enough to make do.

Listen, People. Those of you who are lucky enough to see and be with the one you love every day--I and my angel hope you appreciate it with all your heart and don't take it for granted...