My beloved M’s gone to the US (St. Louis, to be exact.) She’ll be there for three weeks as part of work-related business, then the fourth week visiting relatives in LA. This is probably the third (fourth?) time she had to go abroad.
Bit of trivia: She likes flying; I hate flying. I love boats; she hates boats. I wonder how we’ll go abroad on our (future) honeymoon?
Anyway, I started missing her the minute she called from the airport to say they were boarding in an hour’s time.
Four looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong weeks to go without my M.