I miss my future husband. He is on holiday with his children right now and has no reception on his cell phone so we barely communicate this week. He writes now and then when he takes a brief trip to a piece of civilization and buys himself twenty minutes at a computer with internet access. When I do hear from him he is the most caring and loving man there is. I long for him because he makes me feel alive. Right now my life is some kind of limbo where I'm waiting to be with him. He lives in a parallel universe.