Good luck

My Lorena finished her studies and got her qualifications; at this moment that I am writing this, she is shopping for some nice clothes, to go for interviews for a job. I always HATED going to clothing stores with my mom when I was a little boy, but now I wish I could shop for clothes with Lory.

Good luck Lory! As I knew you would get your qualifications, I know you will get a job. I hope that we can save some money together, and then we can be together this Christmas… just like we said last Christmas. But even if we have to wait some more, it is fine; good luck with finding a job!

Emotional Obsession, Intellect and Hope

I once heard that the term ‘falling in love’ is inaccurate, and should rather have been ‘rising into love’.  How true that is.  When I think of Lorena, my spirit does not fall, it soares.  These emotions – these friends of Dawkins – ensures that our species continues, but it also elevates the mind.

Lorena, I have not met you in person yet, but I am in love with you.  Is that wise?  Is it unwise?  Should I fight these feelings?  It can be argued that we are strangers to each other.  I thought about this and I have come to the conclusion that these feelings should not be fought, but embraced.  Why?  Because they constitute hope.  We are still relative strangers to each other yes, that is undeniable.  But these feelings are the only things that will bring us, people on different continents, together.  A relationship might not work.  But it might!

I have put my thinking brain at rest, and I am not worried that a lower animal nature is affecting me in a bad way by making me, can I say obsessed?, with you.  My obsession with you is, if not justified, then at least acceptable, because you might be my better half, and I might be yours.  Hope must be kept alive.  Without hope, what is left?  If it does not work out then, as someone once said, to love and lose is better than to never have loved at all.

I have found a poem that I wish I had written for you.  It was written by John Boyle O’Reilly.  Although I can not claim to have written it, I can dedicate it to you:

A White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud,
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest,
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

Her Name is Lorena

I have some news that is absolutely unimportant to most readers, but very significant to me.  And since this is my blog, I will write it   I have met a girl that I really like.  Yes, a real human girl.  She stays in Romania, which is far away (from South Africa).  But that makes no difference; if she turns out to be the one for me (and I to be the one for her) then I will simply go to her.  In the meantime, we will communicate using modern technology.

Hey, if Brian Dunning (www.skeptologists.com) says such long-distance relationships can work, then it must be true .  Since he said that, I am Brian’s no. 1 fan.  GO SKEPTOLOGISTS!