|New Flame and me first time round...|
It hasn't helped that I haven't seen New Flame for four months. It has been a long four months. He isn't much of a writer so we have been skyping like crazy. It is an interesting way to develop a relationship. It feels a little like old fashion courting. You talk lots and find what you have in common but there is no touching. Just lots of yearning. It feels more intimate...
But that is all about to change... I am counting down the hours (at the beginning of the week I was counting the sleeps) until I see him. I have overpacked my suitcase. I have had a haircut. I left excited behind sometime ago and am now orbiting exhilarated. I'm also, if I'm honest, slightly scared. What happens if it isn't the same? What happens if the flame has died? Silly but I can't help myself.
But when I see him at the airport tomorrow night I know I'll have sweaty palms and my heart will be racing. And I'll have a massive cheesy grin on my face.
And of course the writer in me will be hoarding these feelings and experiences and wondering how they'll fit into a story.
Whilst I'm off on cloud nine Susanna will be here on Sunday.