My angel and my heart
I know I haven't written much about the object of my affections, 'my angel'. I never intended this weblog to be confessional at all. But sometimes he is uppermost in my mind and I want to think about him.
I could feel a little chapter of my life coming to an end, when, on saturday night, I enjoyed the evening with my angel and a lovely friend. We have been enjoying watching a series of rugby games together and now the series has finished. We celebrated together with a fabulous meal (cooked by yours truly) and watched fireworks and warmed ourselves with rum. I felt quite close to my angel that night.
But it also occured to me that soon my lovely friend will go back to her own country, and my angel will move to another country too, to fulfil his destiny. Like the fireworks, I will remember the colours and the sounds of this time, but this vision will be no more. I cannot be with my angel, and he cannot be with me.
On a more positve note, the fact that I found my heart slowly opening to this man, makes me think I am ready again now to let a man close to me. That, at least, I can look forward to.
Lois
