The countdown continues. Our two year anniversary is two days away.
Two years. Amazing. Seems like no time at all, yet it seems like I've known her all my life.
Two years. Wow.
A year ago today is probably the day she cancelled the ticket she had to fly out to meet me. She was going to surprise me for our first anniversary, fly to me, spend a day and a night together. Now she's glad she didn't do it. She still won't give me a picture. Or tell me her name.
I guess it's time for me to give up the fantasy that she's arranged a meeting for us this year.
We've talked about our anniversary. She knows I sent her a package yesterday. I wonder if she knows it's Saturday? I wonder if she knows the time?
I wonder if she knows how much I need her, need to meet her.
I wonder if she knows how much I love her. I think she does, at some level, but I think she pushes it out of her mind, doesn't want to know, doesn't want to think about it. Probably prefers not to know.
What do I do?
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