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Miss Rachie is away at Greenman Festival this weekend with her longtime best bud Adele. The result of this is that I've realised how much I miss her. Let's get this straight: we are both normal, rational, sensible people and so we choose to fly in the face of lesbian convention and NOT live in each other's pockets. We haven't made plans to move in together, not least because when we got together she was about to move into a flatshare with the wonderful Suzy and me... well, I was still relishing the freedom of living alone. Or with the cats, anyway.
So what I'm saying is that, despite being a couple of girls who have managed, against many odds and obstacles, to fall in love, we don't see each other every day. We communicate every day though, and that's what I'm really missing. She doesn't have signal enough to pick up her iMessages... which means that she can't reply to what I say because she can't see it. It's frustrating. And sad. And... well. Also kind of awesome, because it highlights my feelings to me, if that makes sense.
She's amazing. Clever, funny, articulate... interested in politics, art, books and crafts as well as the science she does for her job. She's younger than me but somehow it doesn't translate into those frustrating moments when you have to tell yourself that, "it's just cos she's so young" and in fact sometimes I think she's the more mature of the two of us. She reads my writing and thinks I'm talented, which gives me the confidence to write more. She encourages me to read- that is, to take time for myself that isn't eaten up by someone else's constant need for validation and attention. She's turned the awful whirlwind that used to be my life into a gentle merry-go-round that still spins but also takes the time to stop and let you get off and breath and rest and laugh and dance.
She's amazing. Did I mention that already?
So what I'm saying is that, despite being a couple of girls who have managed, against many odds and obstacles, to fall in love, we don't see each other every day. We communicate every day though, and that's what I'm really missing. She doesn't have signal enough to pick up her iMessages... which means that she can't reply to what I say because she can't see it. It's frustrating. And sad. And... well. Also kind of awesome, because it highlights my feelings to me, if that makes sense.
She's amazing. Clever, funny, articulate... interested in politics, art, books and crafts as well as the science she does for her job. She's younger than me but somehow it doesn't translate into those frustrating moments when you have to tell yourself that, "it's just cos she's so young" and in fact sometimes I think she's the more mature of the two of us. She reads my writing and thinks I'm talented, which gives me the confidence to write more. She encourages me to read- that is, to take time for myself that isn't eaten up by someone else's constant need for validation and attention. She's turned the awful whirlwind that used to be my life into a gentle merry-go-round that still spins but also takes the time to stop and let you get off and breath and rest and laugh and dance.
She's amazing. Did I mention that already?