Herr Doktor is, as I write, getting some much needed rest, somewhere in London. He went down this morning to look at some roommate situations and ended up doing a lot of biking before setting in at a café in Fulham to email me.
Last night, as I was going to bed, belly and brain full of wine, he called me as he had just gotten up. He's been really stressed about taking a new job and moving away and he's been really pissy all week. But I tried to let it roll off me as I know change can be hard and there is always that fear of the unknown. But, as I was saying, he called me and it was so good to hear his voice again.
We don't talk on the phone as much as we did before I went to London. This is probably a good thing as even though he had some wonderful international rates (so much better than mine that he was almost always the one to call), it still adds up when you call every day and talk for at least an hour each time. Most of the time we communicate through email, and IM and on the forums. It's easy to forget that he is a real, flesh-and-blood person and not just text on a screen, the product of my dreams (or Moloch, which would be very odd).
When I hear is voice, and sense the emotion in it, I can almost feel him again, his arms around me, and smell his skin. He is real, this is real, and it feels wonderful.
Last night, as I was going to bed, belly and brain full of wine, he called me as he had just gotten up. He's been really stressed about taking a new job and moving away and he's been really pissy all week. But I tried to let it roll off me as I know change can be hard and there is always that fear of the unknown. But, as I was saying, he called me and it was so good to hear his voice again.
We don't talk on the phone as much as we did before I went to London. This is probably a good thing as even though he had some wonderful international rates (so much better than mine that he was almost always the one to call), it still adds up when you call every day and talk for at least an hour each time. Most of the time we communicate through email, and IM and on the forums. It's easy to forget that he is a real, flesh-and-blood person and not just text on a screen, the product of my dreams (or Moloch, which would be very odd).
When I hear is voice, and sense the emotion in it, I can almost feel him again, his arms around me, and smell his skin. He is real, this is real, and it feels wonderful.
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