Recent days, to my amazement, I seem to be smiling, if only a half-smile, most all of the time. It's not because of anything I've done, unless it is just to say, silently, Yes! Yes to love, in whatever form it finds me.
I smile bigger when I realize what a gift life, the universe, the great spirit, or whatever,
has conspired to give me in my new, special friend. And when I notice, really notice, that the physical distance isn't really a problem. Because I choose not to grasp or cling to "How Things Should Or Need To Be," there is only delight remaining. If I should get knotted up or worried about any of it, it's a perfect opportunity to love both myself and her (and him, my boyfriend of many years) by gently inquiring "Why? What, Dear James, has you tight and fearful?" I can sit or walk or wash dishes and/or listen to music ... or dance the question. So all of it is perfect, absolutely perfect, and however it all turns out is perfect. So I smile. I practice metta, and metta gently practices me. So I smile a lot.
Surely this unfolding will also affect things with my long-time parner (he) for the better. Growing love is growing love.