|CHRIS SAYS HELLO TO EVERYONE!|
"Typhoon 8 in HK," I typed into my and Chris' Whatsapp window.
"Oooh... day off work?" he asked. He would have been up for hours already. Canberra is three hours ahead of Hong Kong, besides. And he bikes to work every day. He's always been an early riser, a creature I often consider alien-esque: The Morning Person.
"Only if T8 warning is still up by 2pm," I replied. "Would have been nice to have you here so we can sleep in together... I'd go right back to sleep to dream about you."
OK, so that last bit felt particularly sappy, even I wanted to bitch slap myself.
"Sweet" is not the first thing that comes to mind when I think about Chris. He's sweet in his own way, sure, but he's not all about warm, fuzzy words or grand gestures. He's a rock who lets you know, every day, through consistent and predictable actions, that he loves you and cares about you. I inadvertently regret being too sweet with Chris because he's kinda gruff and and, I suspect, a bit embarrassed about the very public ways I show and proclaim my love for him.
"Mwah! Too long between snuggles xxx"
I was stunned.
Has some sappy spirit inhabited Chris' body?! Did he really manage to squeeze a bit of sweetness out for me?
Maybe it's the distance.
Maybe it's Australia.
When you're surrounded by nature's majestic beauty, wouldn't it just suck to have nobody to share it with?
"Love you!!!" I typed furiously. I wasn't about to let go of the moment. "A typhoon fuck would have been so nice! Miss you so bad!!!! Guess I'll have to wait 'til we see each other again at the end of September!"