ladies and gentlemen, the bubble has burst.

I love having AVH around. Really. It's tough to deny that life is bliss, perhaps bordering the edge of unrealistic when he is in the vicinity. It's what I affectionately call: the bubble effect.

When you're in the bubble everything and everyone else simply becomes a mirage. The cell phone gets turned off ("your cell phone was off last night... your cell phone is NEVER off!") and phone calls don't get returned. It's like a fuck you to the world, no news, even the weather doesn't impact my happy space.

Being in the bubble is great, for a week, or two, or even three. But I think after that some reality starts to set in. Although, I don't know, I don't think we've even been around each other for longer than three weeks consecutively. Ah well, perhaps that's what maintains the elusiveness of this all.

The bubble is awesome-- but when the bubble bursts life sorta shatters from 20m up in the air and remains that way for a few crippling days. It sucks. I cry. And stop eating. And, in general, mope around like I'm a pro at it. Yet, the brilliant thing about it all is that I eventually start to feel better, I get back into the routine of nightly Skype calls (when internet access permits, on the other end) and even SMSing. And such is life. Such is what I have chosen to deal with and in the big picture, I think it's all worth it.