I have disappointed myself a little. Maybe even a bit more than a little. I’m sitting here with this little book open and my ring sitting on the opposite page. I just reread the inscription for about the zillionth time. “Gar and Val - 1/24 - together yet separate - meant to be.” That means it was six months yesterday. I did not send even a note. And then again, neither did she. A space has grown between us which is neither her fault nor mine. Circumstances have created the void and we struggle incessantly against it. The good news concerning our plight is that we do, indeed, continue the fight. We still care, and that is the most important thing of all. I am sure there is a good reason why I did not hear from her yesterday. As for me, I just plain forgot. I thought about it the day before, and was committed to making some romantic gesture, but as this bos brained old warrior is apt to do, I forgot. I sent a bird today, a day late and a full plat short to be sure. It’s a good thing she likes me. Perhaps even enough to forgive me. I will hug her twice as hard next time I see her. That should do the trick.
Gar