So for the most part I have to say I am lucky. While I am in the throws of a transatlantic romance, I get to somehow chat with my British Beau multiple times a day. Oh the joys of technology. Our main means of communication are Twitter and GChat. Since both of us have unlimited domestic texts we are able to tweet one another using Twitter's local numbers without incurring international text charges. Then while at work, both of us are on GChat so we chat this way during working hours. Another plus is that my darling beau owns his own business and tends to keep later hours then normal, so more often then not, his working hours are rather similar to my own.
When not tweeting or gchatting, we also use Skype so we can actually speak with and see one another. I cherish the chances we get to Skype as it is so wonderful seeing his smiling face. (What can I say I am rather partial to his smile!) And on top of that, Dan was sweet enough to get an American phone number in his office so if I ever need/want to just hear his voice and don't have my laptop handy, I can call him for free on my cell phone (I have unlimited domestic calls).
So, simply put, while my love may be 3,534 miles away (but who's counting) he often feels much closer. I probably communicate more with him then I have with any man I've dated previously, even those just 15 miles away. Today, however, seems to be the exception as I've not been able to get a hold of him at all. I'd like to say I am independent enough that it doesn't bother me but I would totally be lying because right now I am rather antsy, constantly checking my phone. I am trying to rack my brain and recall any plans he may have relayed to me that would explain his lack of communication today but can't come up with anything. I know it's silly and my anxiety is totally unwarranted but when you love someone that is so far away, it can sometimes play mind games with you. While his drive to the office is so short it's practically a joke, I wonder if there was an accident on his way in? Or perhaps his father who is in ill health has taken a turn for the worst in 24 hours? Or what else? I can't even fathom.
It's a darn good thing that my lovely man is totally aware of my tendency to worry and loves me just the same. So, when he reads this post he will likely just laugh and realize its par for the course when dating me. I am prone to worry when there is no apparent reason to worry. It's not the most attractive quality, I know, and I do try and temper it but my state of mind in general today is not lending itself well to the unexpected so I guess I will just have to wait and wonder and worry...