update: Man in Moseley is now Man in Kentucky. And I am now Woman in Kentucky too. We moved to the Bluegrass state!
If a woman is going to endure a long distance relationship that spans a continent and an ocean, may she be lucky enough to have a man like My Man in Moseley…and have access to the internet.
I am sustained by the most wonderful emails. It is fair to say my courtship with My Man in Moseley began over email. Even though we knew one another before, the spark of attraction and seeds of love were brought to life by the power of gmail. Thank you Google. I love you Google.
Early on, as I became aware of my own feelings toward this man, I recognized the importance his written words would have in my life. I started a filter in my gmail account just for him so I could set them a part, return to them often, and for posterity’s sake, keep them organized.
We have exchange roughly 1500 emails since May 28 of this year. I did the math. That works out to be about 500 a month, 125 a week, 17.5 per day, or in other words a little more than one for every hour we spend awake and without each other.
Emails like this one (I hope he doesn’t kill me that I am posting this):
Subject: hi The entire world is glowing because of you. I just finished driving 3 hours and almost every moment was spent thinking about what the future will be like with you.
And this one:
Subject: Yup still thinking about you. even now. and now too. still doing it.
And this one:
Subject: addiction ad·dic·tion (ə-dĭk'shən) 1. Compulsive physiological and psychological need for a habit forming substance. 2. The condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with or or involved in something. Oh, this is not good news. I know that you're asleep. I know that you need that sleep. I know that I have a job, I know that I have work to do at this job. But, I am having a hell of a time trying not to call you again, just to wake you up and say hi. And an even worse time just getting work done because all I can think about is your smiling face and all sorts of other things about you..
Now do you understand the love I feel for this man?!
We write back and forth throughout the day (I LOVE having a BlackBerry) and many of our emails get exchanged while he is at work and it is 2am, 3am, 4am my time. My emails to him are often delirious, but his to me are beautiful.
Seeing his name in my in-box is like dipping my heart in a box full of feathers. It’s Christmas morning every time my phone beeps notifying me of a new email from my Man. I GET CHRISTMAS MORNING 17 TIMES A DAY! It’s hard to describe this kind of happiness and glee. I’ve won’t grow tired of it, even if we approach a million emails exchanged between us. We are over a thousand deep already and still each one sparkles.
I have to say it’s a very good thing for email, environmentally speaking as well, because a letter correspondence between us would have destroyed a small rain forest by now.
Yes, for a long distance relationship, a lot can be said for the power of email. A lot also can be said about the power of Skype, but that is for another time
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Yes, yes… AMEN yes!!!
I completely agree!! Especially the part about seeing his name in your inbox. I get all giddy when I see the his name go bold and a new number appear next to it on the sidebar in gmail.
Are we completely crazy in love or what?!
Isn’t it delicious?
One of the best ones from my soldier was in response to my excitement about his upcoming leave. He said:
“Your enthusiasm makes my heart jump.”
*sigh*
Its called LOVE baby!!!
Those emails gave me the chills. I think I finally get the picture.
Morgan! I love it. I could not be happier for you. Truly. You’re giving me real hope that I too, may find love. Thanks for inspiring!
I am absolutely ecstatic for you! 1500 EMAILS! Wonderful…. oh to have that Christmas morning feeling again in a relationship…. aaaah – someday… but till then I live vicariously through you!
Very very happy for you.
In the absence of touches, kisses and the physical presence of someone you love, emails like those are pretty darn fantastic.
Very happy for you!
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