You know what’s odd – a friend basically told me to quit my simpering since I found a GREAT love and that should be sufficient enough to get through the next part – the undulating separation: 24 days till she returns, then 29 days till I go there, then 31 days till she comes home – he’s right, what do I have to complain about? I have met the love of my life and in two months my world did not just brighten, it turned radiant with fireworks and a fire in the hearth that burns 24/7. I asked the universe for a lover who would be additive to my life and the universe provided me with more than I could have imagined (a million times more) – but right now, her being gone is subtracting from my life. So explain that one – me alone, totally full and fine, she comes to me and adds layers and layers and layers infinitum of joy and ecstasy, she goes away and my life is lacking, missing – my joy enroute to Istanbul then Zagreb.