However, as time ran out, I called on Monday, 11 June to find out how you were. I learned you were still away. In your own words, you just had to go walkabout for a bit. It happened sometimes. You were working through stuff. We shared these SMSs that day:

“If being cute were time, you’d be eternity. If being sweet were a dime, you’d be worth millions but damn, if being sexy were a crime: you’d be sentenced for life.”

“Why do we close our eyes when we pray? When we sleep? When we cry? When we kiss? This is only because all the best things in life are unseen.”

You too. Keep them coming. Looking forward to eight tomorrow.

“I shall seek and find you. I shall take you to bed and control you. I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you grunt and groan…all my love, the ‘flu.”

“If being cute were time, you’d be eternity. If being sweet were a dime, you’d be worth millions but damn, if being sexy were a crime: you’d be sentenced for life.”

Ditto.

All set. 8 at the airport. See you soon, sugar.

OK

You were even looking forward to pampering me a bit.