Glad to hear from the one I love
Dean called from Port Moresby whilst I was on the train. I smooshed the phone as close to my ear as a I could, as if that would make him - and his voice - closer. I don’t care if I was a loud train-talker, and that everyone heard me tell him that I loved him and that I missed him. I walked around the supermarket afterwards like someone who has just fallen in love - on tip-toes and twirling, grinning like an idiot.
Can’t wait to see him tomorrow. Can’t wait to marry him in four months.
